To her sister Louisa
South Boston, April 21, 1845....The weather here is so gloomy, that one really deserves credit for not hanging oneself! ... I passed last evening with--. Chev was going to a “'versary,” left me there at about seven, and did not come for me until after ten. Consequence was, I got heartily tired of the whole family, and concluded that bright people without hearts were in the long run less agreeable than good gentle people without wits — glory on my soul, likewise also on my baby's soul, which I am!