Was all the morning writing for the Packet.1
Dined with the Delegates from Virginia. Coll. Monroe, was a little indisposed: he
and Mr. Hardy, intend in a short time to take a tour to Boston. In the afternoon I
carried my Letters to Mr. Church, who sails in the packet tomorrow morning. I then
went and visited Mr. Gerry and Mr. King. There, was a number of persons at Mrs. Mercer's.
Two Miss Bostwick's and Miss Alsop.2
Miss Mercer shew me, some lines intended as a Satire upon the young Ladies in the
City, but the receipt for a wife
has neither wit, pleasantry, nor truth, in short it is not worth speaking of. Yet
it has turn'd me poetaster. I am trying to see if I can say something not so bad in
the same way. And although I see I have no talent at-all at versifying, yet like all
fathers, I have a partiality for my own offspring however ugly they may be.