Monday. 5th April. 1852.
Cold rain, wind, dust, and sleet. Snow
A most unpleasant day; but suited
my taste exactly. I do up all my house keeping
affairs on these dull days.
Washed my decanters, and settled up the closets.
My irish girl, named Catharine to wash and assist
Margaret, came to.day. She is green, but good looking.
After my morning work, took a warm bath; went
to bed, slept an hour. Felt nervous, bath to warm.
[Ann] spread street manure in the yard.
Julia brought me a letter, it gave me both trouble, & rest.
My worst fears were confirmed, and the interest felt
in the fate of this reckless youth, strengthened by his
own confessions of guilt. What a sad waste of the
gifts of Providence, young, handsome, and educated,
he yet prefers the thorns of remorse, to the pleasure
of a well spent life.
G. read his letter, and still feels for him, would like
to save him if he could.
Had he gone to G. in the right spirit, all would have
been brighter for his future, but now it is too late.
J. is now undeceived in the smooth
Deceiver. The blow comes from his own hand, and
cuts off all hope. __ break of confidence, so sacred
to a friend, altho a blot on his own fame, opens wide
our eyes. We know enough to pity & condemn.
D. was meant for better things, but he has one vise
which I fear will be his ruin.
A snow storm to.night. Sleet driving on the window
Coat & pants for Mr H. he tries them on, with the
pleasure of a young buck.
G. sent up for his horses to.day. I am sorry, they trouble
me in the city.