The days of dissipation are gone for me. The succeeding morning brings to me now, nothing but repentance. This is all new, and I cannot help feeling a sensation of regret when I reflect that the hey dey of youth, when the blood is high and the heart generous, is so soon gone with me. I have had my share of the pleasures of the senses; I
have had to make bitter atonement; and for the few hours which seem to me at this time like the gilded clouds over a setting sun, the beauty of their colours will not repay me for the shadow they cast upon futurity. But a truce with moralizing. The truth was, I felt heated and feverish in the morning after a sleepless night, and my spirits were not good. The morning passed in speculations upon the Maryland election and in conversation of a melancholy nature with my Mother. Paid a visit to Mr. Vaughan, in return for the dinner yesterday.
My father gave a dinner today to Genl. Verveer and his daughter. The Company consisted of Mr. Vaughan, Mr. and Mrs. Huygens, son and two daughters, Mr. Clay, Rush and Wirt, Mr. Montoya, Rebello, Genl. Macomb, Harrison and son, Capt. Rogers,1
Warrington, Baron Stackelberg, Col. Croghan,2
Mr. Nicholas of Virginia,3
Mr. Tayloe, Count de Menou, and others. The dinner was as handsome as usual but nothing occurred of particular interest. The remainder of the evening with the family.