Journal of Dr GFW

My idea of pleasure so far seems correct, profitable employment is the fountain of a poor man's enjoyment. Rode constantly all day and until late in the night, and as I was returning home, tired and full of satisfaction from having discharged my obligations to all who had requested my assistance, the idea of home, sweet home, filled the mind. My aged Father and Mother rolled in dear remembrance over my imagination. How pleased should I now feel could I but see them. They appear more dear to me than ever. I would now speak to every child and say, love and respect your Parents and do all you can to oblige them. Never wound their feelings; all they say is for your good. A few reflections on my intended intimate closed the scene of the day.