Sunday. 28th Sep. 1851.
Mist, and showers, with gleams of sun.shine.
Mr Hasbrouck. thinks himself bet.
ter this morning, his medicine affects him. Complains of a cold
numbness in his hands, and legs; he always feels this when sick.
It makes me sad to see him look so miserable, and thin.
Louis feels better to.day. I gave him a [Serdlets] powder. He behaves
Julia went to church in the afternoon to “St Marys”. had the honor of
shaking hands with the new Bishop[,] Dr Creighton, elected last week.
She walked home with the Wetherby’s; and Mrs Swain. Remsen took
Mr Swain to the boat. I slept two hours. like indian summer
no fire needed. Mr H. relished some broth for dinner; his mouth
bitter; and taste gone. His resolution to diet would be the finest remedy,
he does not pursue a good course of living.
Monday. 29th Sept./1851.
Lovely morning, clouds, and showers in the horizon.
Mr H. left in the nine oclock train.
He seemed a little better, but I felt almost nervous to go with him.
I am so fearfull he will get worse or be imprudent. How can I
wait until Wednesday, to hear or see him! Julia went to the
cars with him, Louis drove. I went to Tarry town, on their return.
It was charming to ride through the woods, the sun very hot.
Packed my trunk since dinner, the clouds dull, and very sad.
Compelled Julia to pack hers also, she is decidedly provoking.
Rain commenced to fall; I dread a long storm. I wish
my self at home and could see G. for an hour.
Remsen spent this day in fishing caught five and one eel. which
he ate for his_dinner. There is but little rideing [sic] to.day, every thing
is quiet and composed, I should like a gay friend to.night ; the coun[-]
try is charming, but we require some bright lively souls, to enliven
the scene. I have missed congeniality this summer, books are my
dearest resource, and never tire; get action and the human voice is
oft times needed to give life to the written words.
My father’s death, gives me much hidden grief. I think
and dream of him nightly. Sometimes he appears as in health, and
speaks and acts as in former days; and again I have thrown my
arms around him and felt as if my heart would break because
he must die. Then his long and patient suffering comes before me,
his lonely dying hour, and his wasted altered body, how it carries me
to my own, last hours. perhaps less blessed than his; poor Saint.
We sat around the table to sew this evening. I made a Cap for Julia.
She amused us by singing her list of darky songs, and seemed in fine
spirits, even Miss Sarah, was obliged to relax her prim face to a smile.
She thinks Julia too much of a trifler, and will not exercise her many
defects. Perhaps she sees [right]. I find her averse to any fixed duties.
and wish her less bright for society; and more bright for home.
We left the parlour at nine, I slept more comfortable in my own
room, than in the spare bed room.