make use of the term _Minx_--this is I think not from any innate vice, but from a penchant she has for acting stylishly--I am however tired of such style and shall decline any more of it. She had a friend to visit her lately--you have known plenty such--her face is raw as if she was standing out in a frost; her lips raw and seem always ready for a Pullet--she plays the Music without one sensation but the feel of the ivory at her fingers. She is a downright Miss without one set off--We hated her and smoked her and baited her and I think drove her away. Miss B. thinks her a Paragon of fashion, and says she is the only woman she would change persons with. What a stupe--She is superior as a Rose to a Dandelion. When we went to bed Brown observed as he put out the Taper what a very ugly old woman that Miss Robinson would make--at which I must have groaned aloud for I'm sure ten minutes. I have not seen the thing Kingston again--George will describe him to you--I shall insinuate some of these Creatures into a Comedy some day--and perhaps have Hunt among them-- Scene, a little Parlour. _Enter_ Hunt--Gattie--Hazlitt--Mrs. Novello--Ollier. _Gattie._ Ha! Hunt, got into your new house? Ha! Mrs. Novello: seen Altam and his Wife?--_Mrs. N._ Yes (with a grin), it's Mr. Hunt's, isn't it?--_Gattie._ Hunt's? no, ha! Mr. Ollier, I congratulate you upon the highest compliment I ever heard paid to the Book. Mr. Hazlitt, I hope you are well.--_Hazlitt._ Yes Sir, no Sir.--_Mr. Hunt_ (at the Music), "La Biondina," etc. Hazlitt, did you ever hear this?--"La Biondina," etc.--_Hazlitt._ O no Sir--I never.--_Ollier._ Do, Hunt, give it us over again--divine.--_Gattie._ Divino--Hunt, when does your Pocket-Book come out?--_Hunt._ "What is this absorbs me quite?" O we are spinning on a little, we shall floridise soon I hope. Such a thing was very much wanting--people think of nothing but money getting--now for me I am rather inclined to the liberal side of things. I am reckoned lax in my Christian principles, etc. etc. etc. [December 29.]