Sunday, 17th March, 1867

St. Patrick’s Day – Found it snowing again this morning, but after a while it cleared up and the wind blew violently all day. No one except Bill attended Church. Pigeo and I spent the day reading. I believe she wrote a letter to a friend. I condemn the practice, but they excuse themselves some way for it. Mr. Henley preached at Jerusalem and from there Bill dined at Mrs. Lewis’ and returned to supper. All retired early.