D---- and Colonel ---- joined us, and we walked up Broadway together: my father left me to go with them, and look at our proposed dwelling. It is all in vain struggling with one's fate; 'tis clear they haven't the most distant idea of the comforts of life in these parts. Darkness, dinginess, and narrowness, were the attributes of the apartments into which we were shown; then, as the Colonel had never eaten in the house, he did not know what our food might be--pleasant this! _Resolved_, that we were better off where we are, and so returned to the American. Sketched and practised for some time longer. Mr. ---- called to go with my father to Mrs. ----'s, where they were to dine. He certainly is one of the handsomest men I ever saw; but he looks half dead, and is working himself to death, it should seem. * * * * * * * * * * He told me that Boston was the most charming town in America. * * * * * Put away things, while D---- unpacked them. Dressed for dinner. Dined at five; afterwards proceeded in the unpacking and stowing away. * * * * * I was interrupted by the announcement of an incomprehensible cognomen, which solved itself in the shape of Mr. ----, who walked in, sat down, and began talking a deal of nonsense. I worked, that I might not go to sleep. He was most exceedingly odd and dauldrummish, I think he was a little "how com'd you so indeed." He sat very near me, spoke exceedingly drowsily, and talked an amazing quantity of thickish philosophy, and moral and sentimental potter. I bore it as well as I could, till ten o'clock, when I asked him how long it was "reckoned" discreet, in this country, to prolong evening visits; whereupon he arose and took his departure. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Worked at the ornaments of my Bianca dress, finished one, and wrote journal. _Thursday, 8th._ * * * * *