What a cargo of amiable creatures! Yet will some people scarcely believe in the existence of Pandemonium.
"Tuesday Morning .-- You are perfectly right respecting the hot rooms here, which we all cry out against, and all find very comfortable--much more so than the cold sands and bleak neighborhood of the sea; which looks vastly well in one of Vander Velde's pictures hung upon crimson damask, but hideous and shocking in reality.

H--- and his 'elle' (talking of parties) were last night at Cholmondeley House, but seem not to ripen in their love.

He is certainly good-humored, and I believe, good-hearted, so deserves a good wife; but his cara seems a genuine London miss made up of many affectations.

Will she form a comfortable helpmate?
For me, I like not her origin, and deem many strange things to run in blood, besides madness and the Hanoverian evil.
"Thursday .-- I verily do believe that I shall never get to the end of this small sheet of paper, so many unheard of interruptions have I had; and now I have been to Vauxhall, and caught the toothache.

I was of Lady E.B---m and H---'s party: very dull--the Lady giving us all a supper after our promenade-- 'Much ado was there, God wot She would love, but he would not.' He ate a great deal of ice, although he did not seem to require it: and she 'faisoit les yeux doux' enough not only to have melted all the ice which he swallowed, but his own hard heart into the bargain.