Walk'd into Newbury in the evening with Thompson;1
and we returned through Joppé,2
by a different route from that which I usually come. We past an hour at Mrs. Emery's.
Her daughter is very amiable, though not handsome. She entertained us sometime by
playing upon the Harpsichord. Mr. J. Greenleaf was there; it is reported that he is
paying his addresses there. The dispositions of the persons are not sufficiently congenial
to render either of them happy, and I should therefore wish that this report, like
most others of the same nature may prove an idle surmise without any foundation.