I found myself so unwell, that I could not venture
to-day into a crowded assembly. My walk yesterday
gave me a pain in my head, and stiffened me so
that I can scarcely move. Abby, too, has the London
cold, which they say every body experiences,
who comes here; but Mr. and Mrs. Atkinson would
not excuse my dining with them, and Charles came
for us. We went and found the same friendly,
hospitable attention,—nothing more on account of
the day,—a neat, pretty dinner, consisting of two
dishes and vegetables. After dinner, returned the
visit of Mr. and Mrs. Elworthy, who were very glad
to see me. Mr. Elworthy carried us to Drapers'
Hall. This is a magnificent building, belonging to
a company of that people, to which is a most
beautiful garden. To walk in some of these places,
you would think yourself in a land of enchantment.
It would just suit my dear Betsy's romantic fancy.
Tell her I design very soon to write to her. It shall
be a description of some pretty scene at the Hague;
and Lucy shall have a Parisian letter; but, writing
to one, I think I am writing to you all.
