Saturday. 25. th. November. 1843.
A lovely, clear day.
I was prepareing to make pump-
kin pies, when Maria, came in to get me to go with
her to call on the Miss Willards, from Albany.
At twelve we started. Henry, Maria, Julie, and self.
Sat a few moments with the young ladies. I invited
them to take tea with me, but they declined.
Mr Sampson’s house very handsome.
We called on Miss Burgoyne, found her extremely
clever and agreeable.
Broadway, thronged with people, enjoying the fine day.
There was one in this crowd, alone interesting to me.
Julie, looked sweet in her new coat. Maria,
dined with us. G did not come home.