Friday. Jany. 13.
Arabel & I off at half past eight or before. A clear cold morning. It is clear that it was cold!— We drove along the upper road by Steers’s Hotel. Splendid view; but I doubt whether the poney approved of it as much as we did.
Nobody down stairs at R C: & Mrs. Boyd sent down to desire me not to go in to Mr. Boyd’s room until she had seen me—so there I sate, & had to write out my poem about Camoens in Annie’s album, & have breakfast the second, before Mr. Boyd sent for me. Went up stairs. He would not have taken the liberty!! of sending for me if he had not soon expected his barber!! He asked
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