Sunday, 29 March, 1829

A warm and delightful day and I have spent several hours very agreeable. We walked on the graveyard and viewed the depositories of the dead, both male and female. Indeed it was melancholy delight and the thoughts that filled the mind were gloomy. May I not in some future day walk here alone to view the cold mansion of my friend now walking by my side - I will not harbor the idea. We returned at sundown and enjoyed the evening in conversation originating in mutual confidence.