Jan. 1
1859 is ushered in with tears. How many thoughts present themselves when looking over the last twelve
months. What has the Recording Angel written of me in his--book of -deeds. It is a saddening though--to
remember for how many evil deeds and sullen words I will have to given an account. At Music Hall my first
night in the new house and Emily is with me. The New Year has made us fast friends. What a cozy chat we had
together that night over the fire. We both felt better acquainted before retiring for the night.