Wednesday, 19 November, 1828

Morning cloudy and quite cold. I concluded to visit the individual requested to visit on the seventeenth. The road was dreary and to me seemed more than double the distance stated. Not over three houses on the road. It afforded a fine opportunity for contemplation in the melancholic mind, and I drew largely on the store of my feelings and almost satisfied myself that I was able to get and support a plain home of my own. Returned and spent the evening with H. Smooth and placid seems the mind that animates her frams, but this may not be the case. We cannot see the inmost recess of thought.