Monday 22.nd /1851 April.
Bright, and clear sky once more.
How charming the
sun shines, after the gloom of a weeks Rain.
Julia, went to school, returned with joyfull news of holiday.
Mother seemed well but grows a strange figure; so stout.
Pa, looks very thin and miserable; cannot sleep at night.
and loses all his spirits and energy. He seems aged every
week by pain, and want of rest. My heart aches to see
the “strong man brought low”, but 75 years must show its
work; and Time has spared him untill the past year. Now
the Sand of Life, seem running low, but he may recover when
the summer comes. His cares are few, as an income sufficient
for comfort is his for life, kind nurses, and no family to annoy
or distress them; that is mother & himself.
If Maria, had the bright spirits of C. they could get along
much more happily, but she forgets her years; and repines.
In the midst of all their sickness, they have every earthly
blessing to be thankful for. This is my consolation.
Maria, returned to dinner with me,
Fanny, and Julia rode down to see “Bell”, she was from home.
They dined with me, both tired to death.
Maria left after dinner Garret went home with her
went in to see Pa, and cheered him up, promised to give him
medicine. An effort I should not have thought G. would make
as he had expressed himself, in such terms of each one,
not without some foundation for blame. likes and dislikes.
G. is easily predjudiced [sic], and not lasting in his opinions; or
Susan, Fanny and Julia, took tea with Jane. I wished
to postpone the party. but could not succeed.
My beds came home. Mattress, bed form,
pillows. Sent the big Chair to be restuffed & Louis’s Mattress,
to be picked over.
A letter from Margaret Hasbrouck.