Tuesday. 18. Aug. 1851. Sing Sing.
A lovely cool day, first night for comfort.
A friend called on
us, to me unexpected.
I awoke stiff and wearied, not able to get up.
G. concluded to go in the first train, as I could not go to the
cars for mother; a disappointment to me to be unwell this fine day.
I went to bed after bidding him adieau. Mr Swain went with
him; Remsen followed on horse back.
Julia wrote to Rima.
I must send a note to C. by Louis, on David. the big horse.
The boys both in bathing. I tremble for their safety.
Julia practicing her music.
Louis rode up to Mr Courtney’s; found his grand.
mother and all the family in their Cottage home. They like it very
much, think the rooms small, and the situation
A week will accustom them to their rustic abode.
Wednesday. 19 Aug. 1851.
Cool, and over cast. Rain fell at noon.
I rode up to see mother with Julia, Louis & Remsen
in the small waggon [sic]. Remsen rode David.
We met Henry &; Eugene on the road, I took Henry in, and Julia
walked with Eugene.
Catharine looks very thin but has revived already, she enjoyed the
pure air, and good things of her land lady.
Mother is thin too, but seems happy and resigned to her loss.
We spoke of our poor father and seemed to prize him more
since he is lost to us here. Catharine, and mother are much
consoled, because they think he died so happy, and prepared; he
fell asleep without a groan. C. says he preferred quiet; and
asked for no one; altho his mind was clear to the last.
I should think Maria, would never forget his “last look or word”.
I sat with mother untill dinner hour, a shower
came up, Eugene returned with me and Julia stayed with them.
Eugene is not strong, we both went to bed on our return,
after eating a slim dinner.
I slept an hour, and a half. My stomach weak, little
darting pains in the lower part; this fills me with dread.
To keep still is my best plan as too much exertion has
brought this weakness on me.
Sent for Julia before tea, she entertained Eugene with Music.
I wrapt [sic] myself in a big shawl, to keep comfortable.
The Rain falls in torrents, every thing is damp, and chilly.
Mr Swain, comes in to tea, entertains us in the
evening, he is intelligent and agreeable. Eugene played and sang.
I forgot my complaints untill bed time, felt nervous.
when alone. Slept tolerably well. Bathed in brandy.
Cut out to.day, two thin [barred] muslin nightgowns; Margaret
sewing them for me, she is neat with her needle.