Sunday, 21 December, 1828

Time now moves on rapidly, though as placid as I could desire, but there is no escape from it. I will, therefore, use it agreeable as I can. This may be a forced wisdom. Indeed I have none to blame but myself and does this not make it more annoying and tormenting. I have in several instances imagined that where any occurred that created much disquietude, and some others were the cause, we do endure it with much more composure than if we are ourselves the cause, because we have in the one case a palliative, where in the other we have none.