Morning exercises as usual, and in the day I returned very considerably to my old
avocations. I went to day according to invitation to Genl. Mason’s, to dine, at the
Island, he calls it Analostan Island, although at the present time it is only a peninsula.1
After waiting at the ferry which is somewhat inconvenient when the guests come together
too rapidly, we at last arrived and found the spot much more beautiful than I had
imagined. It is a fine place for sentiment and romance. The party at dinner consisted
of Captain Bainbridge, Warrington and ladies,2
Mr. Vaughan and his attachées, Gov. Barbour, Col. Mercer, Mr. Montoya, and a Mr.
Smith of Georgetown whom I never saw before. I sat between Bainbridge and Montoya,
and the dinner was as pleasant as usual. After waiting again sometime, we returned
calling for the ladies at Uncle Johnson’s. I forgot to enumerate Genl. Macomb.