Monday, 25 July, 1830

The sun shines with enervating effect today, but the evening is very pleasant about ten o'clock. I have been riding reflecting on the uncertainty of life and with all our boasted greatness we are poor, weak, and ignorant mortals. We have no view before us. We can think so far and no farther. Our reasoning faculties have a certain sphere within which they may revel, but over which they cannot soar, utter darkness is there beheld. Mars soon becomes last amidst the vastness that surrounds him. He may endeavor to satisfy the mind, as to its future state after death and say it is a glorious boon to die, but thoughts still raise gloomy apprehensions and fears.