I came home in the forenoon, but barely sober. Spent upon myself, horse, ostler, servants, turnpike etc. 3/ll½. My brother at home at church in the morning. My family dined on some boiled tripe. My brother and servant both at church in the afternoon.
This was not spending a Sunday as it used to be spent in my dear Peggy’s lifetime. Oh, the difference–one a life serene and would bear a retrospect view, the other all tempest and unpleasantness.