is hour. Adieu. I will
carry my Journal with me.

We had a very pleasant walk; got a number of grapes and nuts in our way.
Lucy and myself are going to walk in the Garden, to get some pink-seed I
am anxious to have. The Gentlemen dined to-day at Mr. Masenbird's. Mrs.
Gordon and sister are come: they have proposed cards, and I am called
to join them. Adieu.

I would have staid to-night with old Mrs. Gordon, but expected to go
down to-Morrow. Lucy and myself had a pleasant walk back. The married
folks went on before.

We have supped, and the gentlemen are not returned yet. Lucy and myself
are in a peck of troubles for fear they should return drunk. Sister has
had our bed moved in her room. Just as we were undress'd and going to
bed, the Gentlemen arrived, and we had to scamper. Both tipsy!

Sept. 23.

To-day is Sunday. Brother was so worsted by the frolick yesterday, we
did not set off to-day. Old Mrs. Gordon dines here to-day. Lucy and
myself are going to walk to the river, and get a nosegay of wild
flowers.

We are returned, and was much delighted with our walk. We went to
Colonel Ball's, and sat some time in the Porch; they are from home.
Dinner is almost ready, and I have to dress. The children have
surrounded me the whole evening, as it is to be the last we stay.

Sept. 24.

We are just going to take our leave of these worthy People: I should
like to stay some time longer, if it was convenient. Adieu: the Chariot
is ready.

[Sidenote: _Belleview._ Residence of Thomas Ludwell Lee.]

Well, my dearest Lavinia, I am arrived at _Belleview_, a good deal
fatigued, where we found Mr. Bushrod Washington and his lady, on their
way down. She is fonder of me than ever; prest me to go with her to
Maryland this Winter. Mr. Phil Fitzhugh is likewise here. He said, at
supper, he was engaged to dance with one of the Miss Brents at a Ball
in Dumfries, but that it was only conditionally. Mammy has just sent me
word she has a letter for me--it is from Nancy, I am sure. Adieu.

[Sidenote: _Chantilly._ Residence of Richard H. Lee.]

It was, and one for you enclosed in it. Nancy writes me her Sister
Pinkard is at _Chantilly_. It must be a great acquisition to her
happiness to have so amiable a companion as I have heard she was.

Sept. 25.

The Company is all gone, and I have seated myself to converse with my
Polly. Mrs. A. Washington has lent me a new Novel, called _Victoria_. I
can't say I admire the Tale, though