A cold, disagreeable day. I hesitated with bad feelings, whether I would go to Church or not, but decide to go finally. Zac drove the carriage, George and Shakespeare carried Rose and Stuart up to Ju’s. Called by for Rose on my return. – – Cousin Lem had a very large audience today. Mary King, or rather Mary McLaughlin, was there for the first time since her marriage. Was very cold and indifferent. I don’t know why it was. I have always loved Mary and have been a friend to both of them. – – Bill and Hardie remained at home today and we all returned to dinner. – – Uncle Oby’s daughter came in a tumbrel for some straw. I sent him some no. 6 and mutton suet, and intended to have sent him some provisions, but found the tumbrel was gone when we finished dinner. – – I laid down at twilight and took a long nap. Found all had retired when I awoke. – – Had bad luck with my little chickens this morning, lost two from bad management. – – Patsy cooks this week.