My dear Mammy.

I keep very well, though unusually heavy.— My Father had fair night. Poor Catty, started this morning early, after the third consecutive most wretched night! She declares it has nothing to do with her health! did you ever hear anything so odd.— My Father was very cheerful at cards; but the day here is almost continual anxiety.— The Owens as usual have found me out: the Queen might as well come incognito here: I hope the Governor will not come over tomorrow.¹

Your letters delight me & tell me all the things I most like to hear: I am very sorry that Annie cannot sing, but do not give up too soon.— You are a lovely girl, I have just written for you my third note to M^r Blunt.—² Eras says, that the Lyells having gone to the Queen’s Ball,³ taken with the Prince’s speech about the Lodging Houses, show that the Court is determined to encourage the lower orders:⁴ I sh^d like to repeat this to the Lyells.— Give my love to A. Sarah,⁵ & tell her my Father sends his best love to her & has made many enquiries about her. It is going to be tremendously hot today.

Your old nigger—⁶ | C. D.

I am in love with M. de Sevigne; she only shams a little virtue.