Monday. Dec. 26th.
A continuation of the Christmas holidays. A pain in my face & head kept me awake all last night,—& I am not at all well this morng. A note from Miss Glasco. She wants to know what her rascally poet is doing about the prologue. Promised to let her have it tomorrow. And yet how can I write when I am so unwell?
The Cliffes & Mrs. Best & Annie called. They wont sleep here on Sunday,— because Mrs. C does not esteem my note as being sufficiently pressing; and thinks that I was quite in earnest in recommending her to sleep at the Horse & Jockey[1] instead of here!!!!— Maddox came.
1. A Public House in Colwall.
