New Year’s Day. The commencement of another and perhaps the last entire year of unincumbered
pleasure. A very large company here this morning and not a very select one.2
I was very much disgusted. Miss Ross3
was with me a great part of the day. She is a niece of Mrs. Clay’s and a pretty,
interesting girl. The day passed off much as usual however, and the evening was passed
quietly enough, at home.