April 12, 1851 – “The girls attempting a dance”

Saturday. 12th /1851.
Clear, cool and unpleasant.
I moved my bed in my own room, was tired of going up in the third story.Julia came in to her breakfast by ten oclock.
Fanny came in for her to visit, they rode to Chelsea, from thence walked home.
Louis and Remsen would not go out with me, so I traveled alone to Broadway. Found it cold as winter. I walked with Mr. H. after dinner. Was chilled through.
Miss Fanny came to pass the afternoon with Julia.
The Etagere came home from Badoins , looks pretty, but is rather too heavy a piece of furniture for our rooms.
Mr. H. hung Maria’s portrait (see image on left) higher on the wall.
Miss Chenery, Marshall and Mr Teft came to pass the evening. I was disappointed in my music from the girls.
They attempted a dance and I trembled for my furniture.
Remsen sat in the room with the ladies. Louis preferred
reading with me in the basement.

Margaret complains of the work and seems to wish to leave.
She is out of humour this week.
Big ann looks pale and seems sluggish. I wish they
could exchange homes with some one that would suit me
better; or one’s [rather].
Mr.H. sprained his ankle, complains of stiffness.

April 10 and 11, 1851 – “We cannot stay the ravages of time: watching the Lawrences age”

Thursday. 10th April./1851.
A pleasant bright day

I rode to Chelsea early, did not
feel very strong, but did not complain. All invalids except C. [Catharine]
Maria hoarse from cold. Henry better, but in bed, unable to sit-up
from debility.
It worries me to see the change in my father, he had fallen into
old age so rapidly, his spirits are broken and countenance changed.
Pain and inflammation seem to have crushed the strong man.
It is grief to lose our parents in the prime of their days, but to
see them pine, and fade before our eyes, day after day, is a more
severe trial. We cannot stay the ravages of time, or prevent the
blights of disease, from destroying our best friends; but we can
by a thousand cares, lessen the glooms of old age.
Miss Moore; called in. I left before twelve.
Mrs. Smith called in the afternoon, she looks sick, and seemed
very stiff from cold in her neck. I feel for the “lonely mourner”.
Julia practiced her music
I took a bath. A fire broke out in the rear of the stable opposite
creating much noise in our street. I trembled from nervous
agitation, but was not afraid. Sat on Garrets lap to watch the
flames; they soon became extinguished.
We slept soundly, after the fright.
I sent a long letter to Margaret, to the Ridge.

Friday. 11th April. /1851.
Cool, and blustering.

Julia felt faint before riseing [sic]
this morning. I have thought her pale this week past. She looks
bilious. Gave her Camphor. She went to school, Annie carried
her books. I went up to Mrs Falconers, to get a thick straw.
Her bonnets are so expensive; nothing under $6. untrimmed.
I returned through Broadway, down Spring St. Found some
cheap bonnets. Did not purchase.
Remsen came from school with headache. Played around the yard.
Broiled chicken, very good to day. Julia dined hearty enough.
I sent a note, some papers, & books to nineteenth street by Ann.

I went around to see Mrs Smith- she had left for Williamsburgh.
The best plan, to be among her friends.
Garret had gone to promenade. Julia sits and reads.
The clouds look dark and portentous. Rain at hand.
I am dreading a sickness, have such chilling feelings and
deranged stomach.

April 9, 1851 – “Julia not feeling herself and more on young Julia’s friends”

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Wednesday. 9th April. / 1851.
Charming after the rain. Sun shines unclouded.

How lovely this morning, the blue sky,
and clear atmosphere, charming indeed.
G. and I slept more profound in our new room. I was
awakened but once. Arose tolerably well, but my old [troubles]
unnerves me. Took a cold bath and a cold plunge.
Was chilled a few moments. Dressed for a walk, went to the
“Parade Ground”, from thence returned through Broadway. Felt so

much fatigue as to lie on the sofa, on my return. Chilly and
sleepy, laid in bed, slept but felt sick when I got up.
Went in the air, took an orange.
Told Garret how I felt, he says I must exercise in the Omnibus,
and take jelly every day. A pleasant remedy, but I am in
the hand of my Creator , and he will sustain me. Let me
not murmur if trouble comes.
I ate soup for my dinner. Julia could not relish “ mince”
Susan Chenery, came in to see us, she had been sick, but looks
better to day. Julia went to walk with Fanny Tileston.
I took a short promenade with “my dear G. segar [sic] & all.”
Remsen had his hair cut, looks much better.
The afternoons are long and pleasant.
My rooms in order, except the bedding.
I have been reading the life of “Phillip Dodrige” [sic] and his contemporaries by Foster, reviewed in our magazine.

Fanny took tea with us, and played on the piano beautifully.
She learnt a duet with Julia. Their music gave me pleasure,
and cured my feeling of lassitude.
Louis went home with Fanny. G was out untill near 11. oclo

April 7 and 8, 1851 – “The search for a piano and naughty Remsen!”

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Monday. 7th April. / 1851.
Lovely, and bright after the rain.
I set the girls to clean my front
bed.room, took up the carpet and washed it very thoroughly.
Sent my beds to the upholsterers; went after them to give directions. A charming air to breathe.
Miss Tileston, came in after dinner, missed Julia, I was obliged to go with her to find them. We reached the piano warehouse in


Canal St. and found the [run aways]. Rima, Mr. Cornell and Julia, they chose
a piano after, much fun and frolic. We returned home through Broadway.
The air blew cool, and the Spring bonnets looked too slight.
I was much fatigued in the evening, and sat sewing untill nine.
Then slept in the third story, was restless, Mr H. also, he does
not sleep as he once did. My nerves unstrung. A poor instrument.
G. comforts me by his strong powers of philosophy. He is accus
tomed to my fits of delicacy, but knows not the cause.
Remsens birthday, he is twelve years old.
A smart, handsome boy. A fine report from school, spoilt by
a Censure.
Tuesday. 8th April. 1851.
Dull clouds, rain threatens.
A weariness kept me in bed; I slept
after G. left the room; he kept me from unbroken slumbers.
Arose at nine oclock, took my breakfast tea & toast; felt
much better. Read a few chapters, then took this journal.
Sent my carpet to be shaken. Margaret wished to go out,
but I cannot spare her from the rooms. She is out of humour.
My face looks inflamed, I dread a worse complexion.
How dull the day is, rain is falling, every thing looks sad.
The buds are out in our neighbors yard on the Peach trees, ours will
soon bloom.
I wrote a long letter to Margaret, giving her the news.
My sitting room put in order. Paid five shillings for my carpet,
it was sprinkled by the rain.
I finished my second chemise to.night. Assisted Julia, write her
French composition on “Coriolanus”.
Returned before ten. Slept well.
A gust of wind to night. G. got caught in the showers.

April 5 and 6, 1851 – “More shopping and painful back returns!”

Saturday. 5th April. 1851.
Pleasant day.
Julia dressed for a walk, went for
boots from Middleton’s.
I went in to see Mrs Chenery after dinner, Susan sick in bed.
Julia came in also. I walked with Mr H. after dinner. Julia went with us.
In the morning went to Mc Caulys to get my bed & mattress put in new ticking & baked [backing] for fear of moth.

 

 

Sunday. 6th April. 1851.
Damp, showers, sunshine.

The rain prevented our going to church.
Julia took her brothers after dinner. Mr. H. had an engagement, left
home at three, returned before ten. I took a bath and siesta, was
troubled with weakness, my old enemy, back.ache.
I wrote to Maria Hasbrouck. Julia went to her uncle Eugene. Both long
*epistles.
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*Epistle – A letter, especially a formal one.