I begun to read the first Volume of Tristam-Shandy--He is droll in the account he gives us of his Birth & Family--We have several good showers to day, the weather is warm, funky, very damp, & I fear will not turn out long to be healthful. With us in Jersey wet Weather about this time not only is prejudicial to the Harvest, but is generally thought, & I believe almost never fails being a forerunner of Agues, Fall-Fevers, Fluxes, & our Horse-Distempers--Fearing these, any of which so far from Home, would be painful & expensive, I keep myself much at Home, contrary to the repeated & strong invitations of the youngsters--And indeed my Duty, seems to require my Presence pretty constantly; & I am forced to produce an Example for what I find it necessary to enforce on our Boys, in order to do it with some face, for they always call upon me for a Reason for every one of my precepts--It is now the Height of Harvest--There is at Mr Turburville's a young Lady, from the Isle-of Wight, Miss _Betsy Lee_,[183] a Sister of _George_ & _Lancelot Lee's_--It is proposed that Ben & I go this Evening to the Captain's & Invite her here--Accordingly after School we rode on our errand, We found besides Miss _Lee_--Mr _George Turburville_, his _Wife_, Mr _Grubb_, & _Lancelot Lee_--After the ceremony of Introduction, & our Congees were over, we took our seats in a cool passage where the Company were sitting; all the Company when we entered were laughing at Master _Lee_, who had been gathering Mulberries, & either through _carelessness_ or _Greediness_ had stained his ruffles--At any Rate they looked like a scarlet Clock in a Bunters stocking, both indilicate & impudent--The attention of the Company however being wholly taken up with Mr Lee, I had the opportunity, which I wanted, of examining the person of his Sister, without being interrupted either by the notice of others, or by my own timidity--Miss _Betsy Lee_, I am told is but lately entered her twenty sixth year; She is a well set maid, of a proper Height, neither high nor low--Her Aspect when she is sitting is masculine & dauntless; she sits very erect; places her feet with great propriety, her Hands She lays carelessly in her lap, & never moves them but when she has occasion to adjust some article of her dress, or to perform some exercise of the _Fan_--She has a full face, sanguine Complection, her Nose is rather protuberant than otherwise; Her Eyes are exactly such as _Homer_ atributes to the Goddess _Minerva_; & her Arms resemble those which the same Poet allows to _Juno_. When She has a Bonnet on & Walks, She is truely elegant; her carriage neat & graceful, & her presence soft & beautiful--Her hair is a dark Brown, which was crap'd up very high. & in it she had a Ribbon interwoven with an artificial Flower--At each of her ears dangled a brilliant Jewel; She was pinched up rather too near in a long pair of new fashioned Stays, which, I think, are a