Monday, 6 July, 1829

It is a fact I believe that when we least expect any danger, it seems to be the nearest at hand. When I finished the last page, I was satisfied and peace filled my mind. But, alas, the impervious veil of the next moment had concealed from my view some keen anguish and of that nature I never expected to experience. Why could not those pleasant moments have continued, causes light as air sets nations at variance. And so it operates among individuals. Must unhappiness so soon mingle with our thoughts; must disquiet raise her voice and drive peace from our enjoyment? Shall that curse of confidence so soon enter the thoughts of my companion? And for the trifling cause of giving a billet from Gage to Miss L. Conrad, and not telling her of, produce such violence? I hope you will be cautious how you act before and after you are married.