John and I went out to dine at Mr. Pleasonton’s according to invita•
{ 94 } tion. A small dinner. The foreign Ministers, Mr. Clay, and a few members of both houses.
It was pretty well. But I cannot bear to dine away from home. I have very little comfort
in it and as to gratification derived from conversation, I find but little. After
dinner we escorted Miss Matilda to Gen. Brown’s. She is a young lady entirely unique
in her style. But more fit to be ranked among the prudes than any other class. But
her style is almost disgusting from it’s sensual nature. Although very averse to committing
herself directly, she
looks at you in that way which a man easily understands. It is very happy for her that
she is educated in so christian a community. Gen. Brown’s was hot, crowded and dull
as usual, so I was very glad to get home.