My Cousin and his mamma, went to Milton this afternoon. I went to see my Grandmamma.
Miss N. Quincy, was here when I return'd: she proposes passing the week here. Two
thousand pound, and an amiable disposition have not yet married her. It is strange
how some girls, without either fortune, beauty, or any amiable qualities, have a talent
at engaging a man's affections, so as to escape, the name of an old maid, which next
to death is most dreaded by a female: and yet others with every qualification of the
heart, which could promise happiness to an husband, with sense, and fortune, are forced
to enter the ridiculous sisterhood; but there is no accounting for the opinions and
caprices of mankind; they must be taken as they are; for better, for worse.1
I read the beggar's Opera,2
this evening, for the first time.... did not admire it.