He had a cold before, and I fear this will make him very ill. He went like wisdom to take a vapour bath directly. —— came, and sat with us till he returned. Had tea at eight, and embroidered till midnight. The wind is rioting over the earth. I should like to see the Hudson now. The black clouds, like masses of dark hair, are driven over the moon's pale face; the red lights and fire engines are dancing up and down; the streets, the church bells are all tolling—'tis sad and strange.
'Tis all in vain, it may not last,
The sickly sunlight dies away,
And the thick clouds that veil the past
Roll darkly o'er my present day.
Have I not flung them off, and striven
To seek some dawning hope in vain?
Have I not been for ever driven
Back to the bitter past again?
What though a brighter sky bends o'er