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.