Sunday, 10th March, 1867

A disagreeable and unpleasant, rainy day. No one, I believe, attended Church, all remained at home. I, in bed all day with a violent attack of neuralgia. Pigeo read to me some during the day. – – Bill rode out in the evening. – – Mr. Cooke came by on his way from the C. H., where he had gotten that far on his way to Church, in co. with the Mr. Garrett’s, who finding the weather too bad returned from that place. Mr. Cooke left through the rain about 9 or 10 o’clk. I generally send supper in the parlor by Tom, who places the waiter on the tea table and leaves. He officiates now in most any capacity and does very well, i.e., I complain at him, but generally encourage him all I can.