_Sept. 21_ to begin this great day was powdered. huzza! here we go, the defenders of our country—but lo my horse has fallen under me & I am with my sword in the dirt & he (careful creature) is bounding in his turn over me without harming a hair of my head—now I am appearing to great advantage—now the girls are falling in love with me—now at dinner Mr. Such a thing whom Lyman & myself saw at the ball & Mr. Law—both from Georgia there—now it is afternoon & I am bounding about—now running our people—now my horse is fatigued—now it is night—now I am dancing at the ball—Mr. Tomlinson there that I look so much like & also Daniel Bacon’s daughters—Julia is handsome—now I am at home & there is a sweet little letter from her that is dearer than the apple of my eye or the core of my heart or the spirit of my breath & I have read it with delight & am in bed. * * * * * So George M^cClellan is growing largely in Philadelphia & married to John Brinton’s sister—it beats the Dutch. Geo. Jacobs M. calls him my brother “in mischief & wickedness.” [Illustration: PL. XXXIII.—FROM JOURNAL OF GEORGE Y. CUTLER ] (Noon) to dine with Lucy—a Miss Davenport from Stamford. At tea at Judge Holmes. Evening a pleasant call on Miss Rogers & afterwards a charming visit at Mary Ann W’s—how interesting! how beautiful! how much improved in her personal appearance. I could not help telling her my opinion—In return she reciprocated my compliments—which I always like—she is one of the finest looking females I ever saw—she told me of my interview with Parson Beecher at New Haven—am very sorry to have my conduct in that affair misrepresented or misunderstood—as it is—I never thought of treating his reverence with disrespect. Thereby hangs a tale [this at Litchfield—E. N. V.] A pleasant frolic at Dr. Catlin’s [North St.—E. N. V.] Tea at Miss Collins Evening Litchfield Was examined for admittance to the Barr of the Court of Common Pleas & admitted—5 other young men with me—Walter S. Franklin from Lancaster Penn^a William T. Gould of this place & formerly a class mate of mine at Yale—Thomas Whittlesey of Danbury, Conn—one Humphrey & one Towny—all passed. _Sept. 29_ took the oath of an attorney at nine o’clock in the morning. _Oct. 2_ in conversation with Amelia Flint. _Oct. 10_ John Myers dead—is it he that Sarah Noyes used to talk so much of? What an eternal talker she was! and yet always entertaining—fine girl—I am sorry that she is so unwell as they tell of. _Oct. 19_ gathered my winter apples.