[from the diary of Matthella Page Harrison as transcribed at a later date]
Monday, January 12th - A bright but cold day. We went to Clay Hill to spend the day. Carried the children. I love to go there, they are so kind and affectionate, it recalls the past, too, the voices I used to love, the forms that cheered. Dr. H has gone to Mrs. Sowers. Medicine practiced as he does is a glorious profession. so many kindly feelings called, he seems to look upon it not as a mere matter of filthy lucre, but goes often without hope of gain, merely with the hope of some alleviation of poor human nature. I ought to thank God for blessing me with one so good and true. I know I am not worthy and do not make him as happy as I ought. No news of any sort today. How I wish Dr. H would come. God protect him on his long wearisome way.