January 14, 1820 – no entry. (Thaddeus Journal)
Jan. 14th. Feeling this evening a little unpleasantness at stomach, and having at hand some sugar and peppermint, as I was taking it, I felt, with some force, what I feel more or less, every day, that it was unreasonable. ever to speak of the lack of one comfort, when we have so many. I was grieved at the thought of a remark in one of my letters, which would remind my sisters, when enjoying little comforts, that Sybil was destitute of many. I beg you would strive to forget every sentence which may have been bordering that way, as also, all others which may inadvertently slide in.
I am indeed dealt with kindly. If I could count over the outward comforts I have, you would join me in saying so. My health is excellent. Perhaps, never better. Yesterday, took up my pen, at ten in the morning, and did not lay it down till the dinner bell rang at one— then went to the table, enjoyed my meal,—immediately attended to the recitation of my class, then to my pen till six, when the bell rang for tea, after which, I washed up my two cups and spoons,–put on my great red cloak (you must know we have a Patagonian summer) went on deck, walked three quarters of an hour, holding on too by a rope. At the call of the bell, went down to the cabin to family prayers—then into our little room, where, after uniting in our social devotions, went quietly to rest. These things I mention to show you GOD gives me health. (Sybil Bingham)