Sunday, December 4th, 1853

I don’t know when I’ve spent a more lonely day. Everybody went to church but myself, even down to Pa. They all went to Jerusalem to hear Mr. Smith.[1] Ma liked him very well, but Pa did not. They didn’t get back till four o’clock. I had to wait dinner several hours for them. I like solitude very much sometimes, when I have pleasant thoughts to occupy my mind, or an interesting novel, but today I’ve been entirely void of either. My life has been very monotonous for the last six months, leaving out the moving {?}, I mean in some respects.

  1. [1]Mr. Smith has not be identified.

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