February, Monday 22, 1864
I mounted Mr. Brent’s condemned steed, which proved to be a very nice riding horse, but rather wild—I had a lovely ride, found Mrs. Morgan’s after some difficulty. Mrs. Plunket was with Missie, her Mother has been very sick, but they think she is now recovering. I do not think so, she looks dreadfully, and poor Missie, my heart aches to look at her and think what trials she must in my opinion pass through—I staid until 1 o’clock, arrived at home just as they were all eating dinner—found Mr. Wilson had arrived. No news, no courier up lately—