A lovely mild day.
I could scarcely rise this morning, was so
sleepy. Went out soon after breakfast, to Miss Wittinghams.
Sent my black satin cloak to be made over.
Looked for a hood, found them too expensive.
Mrs [Leterwhaist], and old friend spent
the morning with me, we were quite amused with reading
“old lang syne”. I am all in confusion, another concert
to night, left my nerves in a tremor.
The children are very much displeased
with my constant dissipation as Julie, calls it; She in
particular gave us; G and myself some very sage advice.
The evening was damp, and unpleasant, I
trembled for fear of a cold, we rode down, and arrived very
early. The room was well fitted and “Mr Vieux Temps .”
gave us some beautiful specimens of his genius.
Mrs. Sutton and Mademoiselle Vieux Temps were tolerable.
I was thankfull to get home, the evening was
so damp. Do not care for another concert in a week.
Henri Vieuxtemps (1820-1881) Belgian composer and violinist .