Saturday, 14 February, 1829

I have been forced into a short train of reflection during my ride today by an occurrence of seeing a wealthy man, under the excitement of losing a few hundred dollars. He was in a violent rage and depicted his situation in the most unfavorable colors. Oh! I am a ruined man. My family will come to suffer by this loss. Now if that be the feelings of all rich people, their sum of happiness must be small. Indeed it must be much less than an ordinary poor man's. I have seen poor people lose all and reduced to want, and yet bear the loss with more apparent resignation than that man, though he had enough for three or four such families.