Saturday. Aug. 28th /52.

Dull showers; not close, but cool.
Mr H. left this morning, Mr S.
returned with Louis. I felt dull from my exposure
last night at the Fair, slept two hours before dinner.
Julia reading too much to.day. does not touch the
piano. I am not in humour for sewing, and do not
know how to be thankfull for the comforts of my
situation.
A storm sets in to.night. Louis brings his father home
in the trotting waggon, both get damp clothes.
I scold terrribly; and G. laughs at my rage.
My first thought was, he had not ventured
for fear of the storm, but I [wronged] his bravery for he
never [ ] from an engagement, to the ladies.

Mr Swain brought Sarah D. & Josy home through the
pelting storm.

Sunday. 29th August. /52. Sing Sing.
A heavy rain, high wind.

The storm raged furiously last
night, our house shook with howling blasts. Rain
fell in torrents, and the little brook fairly waved.
At noon the clouds broke away, and the
strong wind dried up some of the mud.
It was very cool, a large woolen shawl comfortable.
I wished for a wood fire.
Josy sick with chills. Remsen looks
pale, has head ache. I fear he will be the next victim.
Dr. Creightons church open to.day. We did not venture in the
damp.