On Sunday, we determined to go to Staten Island and spend the day as it was dull in the City. We found little or nothing to interest us, dined, drank wine, enjoyed some delicious Oysters, and returned to the City to tea. A little rain and thunder made our passage over the bay quite picturesque. Blunt called upon me and insisted upon my going to Dr. Hosack’s,1
this evening. I unwillingly consented. Found a large family Circle, and a few visitors. Miss Fairlie a famous belle although of some standing was there and struck me with her manners.2
They are very uncommon. Free, bold and original. Something to rest the eye upon in looking over the barren sameness of society, but whether to see agreeable visions or not, I will not undertake to say. Miss Hosack is a lady like woman, the Miss Costers who are the famous heiresses are very second rate animals in a drawing room. On the whole I was rather amused, although not sufficiently to desire a repetition.
On my return however, I found that I had been saved a wild harum scarum scrape of Tudor’s invention, and therefore I blessed my good Stars at being so fortunate. For on the return of the three,
I found a misunderstanding had taken place which produced some warm words, and it was not until four or five hours afterwards and a supply of Champagne, that all things were amicably restored. The affair originated in the extravagant thoughtlessness of Tudor and his love of mischief. He was sorry for it however before it closed.