A listless, hopeless sensation would steal over me; but why write about it?
Better to try and forget it.

There is always to-morrow to look to when to-day is at the worst.
4th .-- To-morrow has proved worthy of the faith I put in it.

Sunshine again out-of-doors; and as clear and true a reflection of it in my own heart as I can hope to have just at this time.

Oh! that month, that one poor month of respite! What are we to do at the end of the month?
5th .-- I made my short entry for yesterday in the afternoon just before tea-time, little thinking of events destined to happen with the evening that would be really worth chronicling, for the sake of the excellent results to which they are sure to lead.

My tendency is to be too sanguine about everything, I know; but I am, nevertheless, firmly persuaded that I can see a new way out of our present difficulties--a way of getting money enough to keep us all in comfort at the farmhouse until William's eyes are well again.
The new project which is to relieve us from all uncertainties for the next six months actually originated with _me!_ It has raised me many inches higher in my own estimation already.