Beautiful Sabbath morning, 11 A. M. I wonder if they are at
church now at home. It must have been an anxious week for them, but they don't
dream of what I have been suffering, fortunately for them. Doctor gives me some
new pills; my liver is deranged. Read Moore; wish I had my little Church
Service here, I could be reading the same lesson that Agnes is this morning.
Hattie's birth-day, I believe. I should like to be at home to-day. Began to
carve out a pipe yesterday.
SOURCE: Francis Winthrop Palfrey, Memoir of William
Francis Bartlett, p. 123
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