A most beautiful day. – – I sent a chain of coarse cloth by Martha to Miss Attilla George to weave, 36 or 38 yards, I don’t remember which.1 Sent 7 pounds white filling, sloie and harness. – – She can’t weave it till after Xmas. – – Bill’s repairing my table that was accidentally burned last winter. He is industrious and always employed about something.2 Nannie has trimmed her hat very pretty for winter. – – She promises to be right industrious, I think. Since Pigeo has left, she works, practices and studies alternately. Is fond of reading, particularly novels, which I consider very injurious to children. I must watch more closely over her in her secluded hours. – – Somehow or other I judge of the character of person by the books they read. I don’t know whether I am right or wrong. – – I came to the conclusion this evening that it would be best to haul and put away the balance of the corn in the shucks, as it is so near Xmas, and the weather may be bad and we have no wood. – – Uncle Obie’s daughter came up from Sandy Point this evening to see me respecting the old man. I went to the meat house and fish house and gave her just as much of meat, fish, meal and flour as she could carry for him, and told her whenever he was in want of such things, I would always give them as long as I had them, for which she was very thankful. Said he had never cost the Col. a mouthful since he had been there, still he was unwilling that he should remain with his family, where I think he ought to be. – – Well I have looked for Hardie today with some degree of certainty of his return, but in vain. The weather has been so pretty, he ought to have taken advantage of it. I hope nothing has happened to them. He certainly ought to have made that in this time and I shall be uneasy till he returns.