But what in the name of all wonders could possess him with the idea that Lady ---- was guilty of editing the Comic Annual. Was asked to sing, and sang "Ah no ben mio" pretty well. Mr. ---- sang a thing of his own very well, though it was not in itself worth much. Discussed all manner of prima donnas with him. At half-past nine, D---- came for me, and we proceeded to the ----s. The people here never tell one when they mean to dance; the consequence is, that one is completely put out about one's toilet. I was in a black satin dress; and dancing in these hot rooms, might as well have been in a pall. * * * * * * * * * * In the middle of the evening, Dr. ---- asked if I would allow him to introduce to me one Mr. ----, a very delightful man, full of abilities, _and_ writer in such and such a paper. I immediately called to mind my resolution, and refused. In the mean time, Mrs. ----, less scrupulous, and without asking my leave, brought the gentleman up, and introduced him. I was most ungracious and forbidding, and meant to be so. I am sorry for this, but I cannot help it: he is ----'s brother, too, which makes me doubly sorry. As he is an agreeable man, and ----'s brother, I esteem and reverence him; but, as he belongs to the press gang, I will not know him. The room was full of pretty women, one prettier than another. I danced myself half dead, and came home. By the by, was introduced to young ----, who, at the corner of a street, with a red cap on his head, might pass for a capital hickory pole. Mrs. ----'s bed-room, where we left our cloaks, made my heart ach. 'Twas exactly like my dear little bed-room at home; the bed, the furniture, and the rose-coloured lining, all the same. _Saturday, December 1st, 1832._