11, William Street, January 1st, 1843.—I enter on my third year’s illness, which has interfered with my enjoyment of life, my worldly interests (for I cannot write without pain and palpitation), and all my social pleasures. My dear family are all far away, and I am deprived of my liberty at home and abroad, still, two of the great blessings are left me, the society of my most dear and true friend, my husband, in full health and spirits, and my own consciousness that I never lost an occasion of working or rendering a service during my long life, to the best of my ability; my sight has wonderfully recovered since my other attack.
January 28.—“Charming well again!” and
in my pretty drawing-room. An old friend dropped in to-day, and found Morgan and myself sitting over the
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