Returned to town this morning, the weather being like Spring but damp. Found at the Office little or nothing but a short letter from my Mother intimating that Johnson Hellen had at last come out with his intention much to the discomfort of all the family.1
I gathered this also from an Advertisement of John’s in the Newspaper. It is a sad blow, but we must not expect all things to go exactly as we would have them in this world, and in our family particularly. When I look at them and our prospects, it makes me very dull. The consciousness which now rests with me that I am the only hope of the number, makes me feel more deeply the obstacles which may
block up my path. Dull all day. Spent the evening at Dr. Welsh’s in conversation with Miss Harriet.