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Windsor, Dec. 13th, 1837 -

Being sufficiently well at this moment
(what I have not for several days past) to con-
template - to write; I sit down to recount
the past. My fevered body (affected with chills &
fevers) renders my mind dull and heavy. I feel no
amusement and can hardly catch it from others.
Well last Saturday 9th, I hired a gig and rode
twenty miles on a business truly delicate and
best known to myself. Had matters ended as I
had anticipated, I should have been in violent com-
bat in which some blood might have been
spilled. So much siding with me however
proved there was a fluttering among the pi-
gieons. "All's well, that ends well."

My precious truth, if ones life anniversary
is precious, was the day Sunday. Much I
could say in retrospection of the many events,
scenes & incident to my life up to this time
I am at present in no sentimental vein. I am
occasionally dusgusted with human character.
I purpose to make a drawing some day or
other. May so bad that can not write. -

Windsor seems to be uncongenial to compo-
sition

Friday 15th. My health being bad, and my
spirits either departed or in a calm, I am of no
amusement, not even to myself - company
is worthless. Whether the cause of this is
Windsor, I am not quite certain but shrewdly
guess that it is. Soon as I enter town I am
chilled - my body first then my spirits. -

Every body it seems is better one to another. -