In the forenoon, I went and paid a number of visits, to my old acquaintance in this
place; Mr. Thaxter; I pass'd a couple of hours with. Was at Mr. Osgood's, Mr. Duncan's,
and Mr. Bartlett, who has sacrificed to Hymen,1
since I saw him last. “Cupid by Hymen was crown'd,” but at 37 it is to be supposed
a man of sense, would be able to repel the attacks of the young tyrant, whose empire
is generally composed of more youthful subjects. The flame, by which the torch was
lighted, was not I imagine very ardent, but it will probably be lasting. It was not
like the impetuous, crackling blaze of the faggot, but like the mild, and constant
heat of the walnut.
I finished my visits, at Miss Hazen's; she has lately been a journey with her brother,
to a remote part of the State, and return'd last week. She appears not quite so handsome,
as she used to be, fourteen months since; though she is yet too young to begin to
fade. We conversed about half an hour, but rather in a distant ceremonious manner.
Dined at Mr. White's. At about 4 afternoon, I went with Mr. and Mrs. Bartlett, two
Miss Codman's, Miss Hazen, and her brother, Foster and White, in two double sleighs
down upon the river, to Russell's tavern. Just before we went upon the ice, in going
down a steep descent, one sleigh overset, men and women, all pell mell one on the
other: no person however was hurt: not two minutes after; one of our horses went through
the ice, just off the banks of the river: we thought the sleigh would follow; the
ladies screamed, and leapt out; but we soon extricated ourselves from that difficulty
likewise: we then cross'd the river, stop'd an hour at the tavern; then rode, up on
the river 4 or 5 miles, and return'd just before dark: drank tea, and pass'd part
of the evening at Mr. White's, and at 8, went up the hill.