Thursday, January 1, 1874- Its a strange and a somewhat sad sensation to write the New Year the first time. It seems to me that the year which has just passed has been too full of cares and worries to have been as profitable as it might have been for me and I enter upon this new one with no well defined plans and not much hope that my material interests will greatly improve. I hope however I am learning something towards adapting myself to my condition and accepting the lot which it seems so difficult to change. It might be much worse but I can see how it might be much better. I have begun the New Year as I ended the old with work for in that alone I find real peace and enjoyment.