l _one o'clock in the
morning_.

"The stones done, to bed they creep,
By whispering winds soon lull'd asleep."

_Sunday, June 12th._-- ... It's nearly five years since I said my
prayers in that dear old little Weybridge church....

On our return, as the horses are never used on Sunday, we went down
to the water and got into the boat. The day was lovely, and as we
glided along the bright water my mother and Lady Francis and I
murmured, half voice, all sorts of musical memories, which made a
nice accompaniment to Lord Francis's occasional oar-dip that just
kept the boat in motion. When we landed, my mother returned to the
house, and the rest of us set off for a long delightful stroll to
the farm, where I saw a monstrous and most beautiful dog whom I
should like to have hugged, but that he looked so grave and wise it
seemed like a liberty. We walked on through a part of the park
called America, because of the magnificent rhododendrons and
azaleas and the general wildness of the whole. The mass was so deep
one's feet sank into it; the sun, setting, threw low, slanting rays
along the earth and among the old tree trunks. It was a beautiful
bit of forest scenery; how like America I do not know. Upon the
racecourse we emerged into a full, still afternoon atmosphere of
brilliant and soft splendor; the whole park was flooded with
sunshine, and little creeks of light ran here and there into the
woods we had just left, touching with golden radiance a solitary
tree, and glancing into leafy nooks here and there, while the mass
of woodland was one deep shadow....

Much discussion as to the possibilities and probabilities of our
being able to stay here another day. When we came back from our
afternoon ride at near eight, found Mr. Greville and Lady Charlotte
here, and a letter from my father, saying that I could be spared
from my work at the theater a little longer, and promising to come
down to us.... In the evening Mr. C---- and I acted some of
Racine's "Andromaque" for them; my old school part of Hermione
which I have not forgotten, and then two scenes from Scribe's
pretty piece of "_les premieres Amours_." He acts French capitally,
and, moreover, bestowed upon me the two following ridiculous
conundrum puns, for which I shall be forever gra