Oh that I could hide my dreary disposition today. Were it not for that small fortune I owed to Mr. Lowe today, I perhaps might have been in better spirit. Or perhaps it was the fault of the gold wall, so unwilling to cooperate with my good opinion. Perhaps it is no fault but my own in rising before I was particularly rested this morning. Whatever the reason, I have been of particularly dreadful countenance today.
I suspect that in the course of time the things which trouble me so today will be all gone away and I shall continue to bear in mind the blessings, of which I have plenty. I certainly wish that I might be possessed of a suitable prospect, but I must remember that there is much else that might preoccupy my thoughts.
I have an amiable occupation, a perfectly doting canine, and an abundance of friends and family. Bearing these qualities in mind, I shall render this my Declaration of Independence, and vow not, in fact, to desire such a husband, for at least the remainder of the afternoon (which I shall no doubt adhere to as even the evening has already come and gone). Perhaps I shall be so bold as to declare an Independence Day as well on the morrow.
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