A lovely morning. I was up and out very early and did all of Addison’s business except going to spring, which Martha did when she came down. Carried John some birds to pick for breakfast. Had a very nice breakfast, birds, shad, herring, potato biscuit, muffins, tea, coffee, milk, butter, &c, &c. All attended Church except Nan and myself, and it has been most intensely hot day I ever spent at this season of the the year. The thermometer was 92 at six o’clk. – – Liv returned earlier than the rest, rode George. Mr. Cooke hitched his horse to the buggy and took Pigeo to see Mrs. Hill, who is sick. She had been confined to her bed for several weeks. They returned to supper. Zac rode one of Mr. Cooke’s horses. This is Monday morning before day. – – I don’t know whether Zac has returned or not. Bill came from Richmond about six o’clk. Staid with Mary last night. All were well and doing well. Hardie is in Baltimore. Heard nothing from Bake and George. I am very uneasy about them. He was to have written in a day or two after arriving in New York. I am afraid he and she are both sick. – – O what a world of trouble this is from without and from within. – – I am so cast down, sometimes I feel as if there was no spirit in me, when. I think of our situation and circumstances and there is no reprising that I can imagine as to what it is in my power to do. My only hope and trust is in God. – – He is able to do all things and his promises are sure and steadfast. I have a very dark page to look upon now, but he can bring light out of darkness. – – I retired directly after supper. Mr. Cooke left about eleven, I believe.