Thursday. 15. Jan. 1852.
Very mild, snow melting off, Sun bright, and warm.
What a change from the late frosty air,
A true Spring day. Julia almost lost her breakfast.
I went at eleven oclock to the stage, rode down to see Bell.
A fine ride through Broadway.
Mrs Brown, in the stage, looking pale, in deep black.
We did not recognize each other at first, both in deep mourning.
Isabella from home, left a card and written
message on it for her. Rode to Mrs Falconers, she altered my
bill, over.charged a few dollars.
Walked home, the streets miserable for ladies, I pity them
and their nice skirts.
No company this morning, will put up
my clean clothes.
I am very well this morning and hope the trifling
cold in my head will pass off. Thus far, have been spared
any serious streak on my lungs, many are falling victims to
this disease; and a kind providence still preserves me.
It is a fearful scourge, and one we must submit too [sic] with.
out murmuring, our father appoints our chastenings.
All the members of my family, seem at the present
stage of their life, to be inclined to [chase] complaints; this
is a source of reflection for me.
Maria dined with me, Mr H. not with us, the children came
in late from school. Maria, and Julia left for a walk after
dinner, M. went home.
Mr H. came home about five oclock. looking like death.
He was deadly sick, all the evening, vomiting, and almost
stupefied with sleep. Avoided conversation.
His corpe [sic] like appearance shocked me; and he laid on the
sofa untill after eleven oclock.
Rima, Fanny, Outlaw, Duvall, and Cornell came in to pass
the evening. They danced, and sung, had a fine time.
I felt too sad, to go in the midst of such Mirth.