Sunday, Dec 12, 1880 Not so cold as yesterday. There is sleighing here and our people went to church in a sleigh. The landscape looks wintry and pleasant, just snow enough to be picturesque. I went over to the cemetery after breakfast and as I stood beside that snowy mound which hid all that made life desirable to me an awful sense of sorrow and loneliness came over me and I could not help wishing I too were at rest there. I came home and wrote a long letter to Gussie, a long one to Booth, and in the evening one to Weir. There is a great feeling of anxiety at home with which I could not help being troubled, but we are all well and it seems to me it would take but little to make us measurably happy. My father and mother seem so well and active that this alone is a great blessing. I wish I could lighten their anxieties and keep hoping I may.