Oct 17 [ 1816]

A day of trial I know not in what way to direct my steps  I wish I might be so happy as to be directed by wisdom from above  How oft are our best friends the means of making us unhappy  But perhaps I have no cause of uneasiness  I may be foolish  I may be childish  I may be too distrustful  Eld S undoubtedly wishes to promote my welfare and would by means extort any thing from me to gratify a vain curiosity  I feel too delicate to say much he cannot expect that I will