After the gentlemen joined us, my father made me sing to them, which I did with rather a bad grace, as I don't think any body wished to hear me but himself. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Dr. ---- is perfectly enchanting. They left us at about eleven. Came to bed. _Sunday, 23d._ Rose at eight. After breakfast, went to church with D----. There is no such thing, I perceive, as a pew-opener; so, after standing sufficiently long in the middle of the church, we established ourselves very comfortably in a pew, where we remained unmolested. The day was most lovely, and my eyes were constantly attracted to the church windows, through which the magnificent willows of the burial-ground looked like golden green fountains rising into the sky. * * * * * * * * * * The singing in church was excellent, and Dr. ----'s sermon very good, too: he wants sternness; but that is my particular fancy about a clergyman, and by most people would be accounted no want. It was not sacrament Sunday; D---- was disappointed; and I mistaken. Mr. ---- walked home with us. After church, wrote journal. ---- called, and sat with us during dinner, telling us stories of the flogging of slaves, as he himself had witnessed it in the south, that forced the colour into my face, the tears into my eyes, and strained every muscle in my body with positive rage and indignation: he made me perfectly sick with it. When he was gone, my father went to Colonel ----'s. I played all through Mr. ----'s edition of Cinderella, and then wrote three long letters, which kept me up till nearly one o'clock. Oh, bugs, fleas, flies, ants, and musquitoes, great is the misery you inflict upon me! I sit slapping my own face all day, and lie thumping my pillow all night: 'tis a perfect nuisance to be devoured of creatures _before_ one's in the ground; it isn't fair. Wrote to Mr. ----, to ask if he would ride with me on Tuesday. I am dying to be on horseback again. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * _Monday, 24th._