Wednesday, 15 July, 1829

The day has been unpleasantly warm. Peace and happiness has attended us. The pleasure of life is made up of small incidents. The least deviation from expectation where confidence is expected, causes much disquietude. It is therefore of the utmost importance that we so act as to afford no reasonable ground on which suspicion may rest, for it is the bane of happiness. Our plans and intentions invariably be communicated to each other, so that our peace may be mutual and perpetual. What can injure the mind or more disturb the mind than to believe your best friend and companion connected to you by the ties of plighted faith in matrimony, has some object more dear than you to whom that respect be given which should be bestowed on you? I believe that no other occurrence should be more fatal to every source of happiness. Death must be a pleasure in comparison.