end to some good, you will say, if it will make us mend
in future.

I have, for the first time in my life, just read Pope's _Eloiza_. Just
now I saw it laying in the Window. I had heard my Polly extol it
frequently, and curiosity lead me to read it. I will give you my
opinion of it: the poetry I think beautiful, but do not like some of the
sentiments. Some of Eloiza's is too Ammorous for a female, I think.

We set off this evening for _Chantilly_--but the Pheyton wheel broke,
and we were obliged to turn back. Old Mrs. Washington has promised her
Carriage to us to go in the morning.

Nov. 6.

_Chantilly._ We sat off early in the morning, and we reached here this
morning before breakfast. I found Mama's Jem here. How delighted I am to
hear of the Health of all my Friends above. He could not give me any
information about you, except that he believes you are very well, which
I am very much pleased to hear.

Aunt Lee has been very sick for several days with a violent toothache.

Nov. 7.

[Sidenote: _Berry Hill._ A country-seat of Thomas L. Lee.]

This is a delightful evening, my dear. Nancy and myself have just
returned from a delightfull walk to the river. On our return we two
loll'd on the Sopha. I shall go up to _Berry Hill_ directly the Pheyton
is mended. Mr. Washington is to carry me.

Nov. 8.

To-day Old Mrs. Washington and Milly came. Nancy and myself have been
dressing for dinner. N. looks handsomer to-day than I have seen her
since I came. Adieu. I have not another moment to scribble.

Milly and myself took a walk to-night by moonlight. She knows you, she
says, and thinks you beautifull.

We are going to join Nancy and Mr. Washington in the dineing-room.
Adieu, my beloved.

Nov. 9.

Mrs. Thomson, Mrs. Leland, and a Miss Leland are all just come, and
unexpectedly too. I never saw the two last before. The first is a very
clever old Lady, the latter very homely indeed. We are all going to
dress. Adieu.

Dinner is just over. Harry, the Fiddler, is sent for, and we are going
to dance. I had forgot to tell, Mr. Spotswood came to-day. You can't
conceive how angry Milly was. I soon got from her that he had promised
never to trouble her again on the Subject, and she was displeased at his
following her. Adieu--Harriet insists on my going out. She says the
fiddle is come. Farewell, my love; may Heaven shower blessings on your
head, prays your Lucinda. I always forget to make use of our other name.