Mr. Tyler, was to return last evening, but did not. My two Cousins went last Saturday
to Boston and will not return this week. My uncle, went this afternoon to Boston so
that my aunt and I are now at home quite alone. In the forenoon, I went out with my
gun; and took a long walk: but found no game of any kind. In the afternoon I went
down to our house, and looked over many of the things. I can never feel gay in this
house, while its owners are absent, and this evening my aunt accused me of being melancholy;
a reproach I am very seldom loaded with. I had a disagreeable head ache, and really
felt very dull.