Sunday, 30 August, 1829

This pleasant day has at last arrived, lived and expired, and during its short existence many an idea most disagreeable has passed through the mind. My reflections have been all anxiety. My unfortunate situation has a tendency to depress the feelings, instead of elevating on pleasant prospecs in future. Those sweet communications which fancy somtimes imparts unless forbid by cogent reasons are all fled and every appearance indicated that my mind is not soon to enjoy refreshment in such flowery fields, cold and dreary winter is now all round reflections.