Friday, 25th January, 1867

A little threatening for snow. The children returned ½ past 5 o’clk. I had just gotten up and made a fire. Mr. Cooke went on home. Pigeo and Nan just got right in my bed, after undressing. Said they enjoyed themselves very much. Ju had just returned from Richmond. He and Mag with Stuart were there. They will give them a little dance tonight. They sent Rosalie down for two pounds butter and ½ peck ground peas and loaf bread. Sent the two first articles, will send the other this evening. Mr. Cooke’s hands are getting ice, four in number. I had breakfast for the children at ten o’clk. Let them sleep till that time. Mr. Cooke came about 4 o’clk. on his way home from the C. H., where he had been to have something done to his sleigh. Returned in about an hour, and he and Hardie, with Pigeo and Nan, started to Ju’s at dusk. Mollie and I were taking the roughed dried clothes in. Sent Mag a bucket of risen dough to have baked at her request. I am feeling badly tonight. Tried my best to work, but could not. The fatigue I have to go through overcomes me. I am not equal to the task and I often complain more than I ought to, no doubt, for I never make anything by it. Oh for some kindred spirit, one in whom I could confide, one to advise with, and where I have done all I can, or know how to do, give one word of appreciation or sanction to lighten the cares and anxieties I have fallen heir to.

“My prospects are clouded that once were so bright,
My hopes are now blasted by sorrow sad blight,
and loneliness deep is pervading my heart.
While tears in profusion unbidden will start,
His place is now vacant, alone am I left.
Alone in my grief of my soother he left.
Alone in my trials – alone in my tears,
Alone in my doubts and alone in my fear,
But though waves of affliction may over me roll,
This thought is a balm in my grief hardened soul.
That Jesus will bind us the heart that is torn,
And temper the mind to the Lamb that was shorn.”