Wednesday 17. March. 1852.
A storm of rain, hail, and sleet.
St. Patricks day.
I pass this morning in
writing this journal.
The storm is terrible, and the ground white with snow, wind
blowing, and everything to indicate the equinox.
We took a late dinner on ham an eggs. Mr H. did
not come up untill late.
Julia wrote a composition on the “Widow of [Nair”]. I finished
it for her; while she sang me some songs.
Took a short nap before tea, G. ditto.
Raining in torrents to night.
Mr Christian, did not come.
English lovers, are not as chivalrous as the southern ones;

all the elements combined would not deter them from
their lady love.
A storm, added fresh fuel to their flame,
never extinguished it. I did not regret the presentation or Julia
either, she wished to write.

Thursday. 18. March. 1852.
Mild rain, melting off the snow.

Mr H. inclined to early rising this
morning, but I felt like a good late sleep.
He is irregular about rising, and often oversleeps the bell
Julia in time for the stage.
My morning has passed in arranging the
clothes and mending; time is not long enough for all my
employment. Dust accumulates, and garments will
become useless; and every thing about the house requires
strict attention.
Julia’s mending, would give work to one person.

Margaret feels unable to get through her
work, and spoke to me about leaving for a few weeks,
I regret her determination, she is a nice girl.
Louis & Remsen go to a ball at [C Larand’s] to.night
They’r [sic] pants came from the tailors, and were too wide.
The poor boys were much disappointed, Remsen in
particular, as he loves dress, and was anxious to look fine
on this occasion. They wore the blue vests, and both
were very genteel.
The light drab plaid pantaloons were dismissed for
this evening, with contempt; and a [row] not to patron
ize [Thorn], again.
We sat untill near twelve in conversation about the Dr.s
Julia wrote her “French composition”, and was busy
untill eleven.
I made a pair of under sleeves for her.
Finished a cushion for Julia to give to Margaret;
a bundle of stockings also.
G. thinks I had better keep Mar.
garet and get help to wash & iron.
The storm is over, and streets dry.
Fanny went to Jane’s with Julia, they came back in a
shower. Fanny told me facts about D. but I doubt the