Feb.

18, 1822 .-- Early this morning Arthur mounted his hunter and set off in high glee to meet the -- hounds.

He will be away all day, and so I will amuse myself with my neglected diary, if I can give that name to such an irregular composition.

It is exactly four months since I opened it last.
I am married now, and settled down as Mrs.Huntingdon of Grassdale Manor.
I have had eight weeks' experience of matrimony.

And do I regret the step I have taken?
No, though I must confess, in my secret heart, that Arthur is not what I thought him at first, and if I had known him in the beginning as thoroughly as I do now, I probably never should have loved him, and if I loved him first, and then made the discovery, I fear I should have thought it my duty not to have married him.