Saturday, 15 November, 1828

I do not feel well this disagreeable morning. My ride last night had been productive of much suffering today. And a prospect of some days to come, to be no better, I have, however, rode a few miles and been in bed the rest of the time. Such ties as these induce the mind to dwell on home strongly, and lead fast to the conviction that that ability had actually arrived. But do not be misled by these feelings and consider how you would feel if that home had nothing to support it and hunger and misery occupied every corner. Now you have only to bear your own pain, and then you would have double or triple the amount of mental pain, which is more insupportable than the want of a cup of cold water convenient.