Saturday, 27 December, 1828
We sometimes magnify our misfortunes in a quadruple ratio when a few moments proper reflection will tell us we have not so much cause to complain. I am disposed to believe this in many instances has been my case. I have succeeded in business thus far better than could have been anticipated. I have heard of no complaint in that business. I have sufficient now to pay all my debts. Why then should I complain? No, I do not murmur because of this, but my fear is a continuance. Yet I know I do not appreciate these blessings as I ought. I have every indulgence shown me, my own restless bosom creates the disquietude.