Tuesday, 25 August, 1829

I have spent the day at home attending to a few patients in town. I see the fatal rock on which all my anticipated peace is to be dashed in pieces and that is the stone of jealousy. The monster has taken up an abode; thus soon without foundation and will never depart where this passion once gets root no subsequent action can ever eradicate it because every look, word, and action is noted as so many steps in the path of vice.