Tuesday, December 14:
Constant wretched nights, thoughts of my death. Then considered Schiller, how after his works there could only be musical drama, to which he, as it were, forms the bridge. Worked with the children. After lunch made Christmas purchases.
In the evening gilded nuts while R. read out Tristram Shandy. Loulou causes me concern with her very stubborn behavior.
Curious: when I think of this world and its people, I feel there could not be too much censure and ill usage for me, but when I think of higher worlds and higher beings, there I know I am loved. The malice here below I gladly bear.