Monday. 14 teenth. June. 1841. A pleasant morning, cool and invigorating after the rain. We walked out. Called on Mrs Anelli, did not see her. Called on Mrs. Bell. Did not admire her picture or portrait. The Bride, and groom, came in the afternoon. She is small and plain, was dressed prettily in White. He is much the most polished and distinguished. We had some fine talk, on [mothers], and things. Garret, went with Mr Lockwood, to see the “Divine Fanny Essler”* dance. The park was crowded, she did not answer his expectations. I sat up until his return home at ½ past 11.