_May 1, 1802._ _A Man of Fashion's Journal._--Woodward del., Rowlandson sculp. 'Queer dreams, owing to Sir Richard's claret, always drink too much of it--rose at one--dressed by half-past three--took an hour's ride--a good horse, my last purchase, remember to sell him again--nothing like variety--dined at six with Sir Richard--said several good things--forgot 'em all--in high spirits--quizzed a parson--drank three bottles and loung'd to the theatre--not quite clear about the play--comedy or tragedy--forget which--saw the last act--Kemble toll-loll--not quite certain whether it was Kemble or not--Mrs. Siddons monstrous fine--got into a hack--set down in St. James's Street--dipp'd a little with the boys at hazard--confounded bad luck--lost all my money.' _May 1, 1802._ _A Woman of Fashion's Journal._--Woodward del., Rowlandson sculp. 'Dreamt of the Captain--certainly a fine man--counted my card money--lost considerably--never play again with the Dowager--breakfasted at _two_ ... dined at seven at Lady Rackett's--the Captain there--more than usually agreeable--went to the Opera--the Captain in the party--house prodigiously crowded--my _ci-devant_ husband in the opposite box--rather _mal à propos_--but no matter--_telles choses sont_--looked into Lady Squander's _roût_--positively a mob--sat down to cards--in great luck--won a cool hundred of my Lord Lackwit, and fifty of the Baron--returned home at five in the morning--indulged in half-an-hour's reflection--resolved on reformation, and erased my name from the Pic-Nic Society.'