"Asked to Lady Keith's to-morrow evening--I think I will go; but it is
the first party invitation I have accepted this 'season,' as the learned
Fletcher called it, when that youngest brat of Lady * *'s cut my eye and
cheek open with a misdirected pebble--'Never mind, my Lord, the scar
will be gone before the _season_;' as if one's eye was of no importance
in the mean time.

"Lord Erskine called, and gave me his famous pamphlet, with a marginal
note and corrections in his handwriting. Sent it to be bound superbly,
and shall treasure it.

"Sent my fine print of Napoleon to be framed. It _is_ framed; and the
Emperor becomes his robes as if he had been hatched in them.


"March 7.

"Rose at seven--ready by half-past eight--went to Mr. Hanson's, Berkeley
Square--went to church with his eldest daughter, Mary Anne (a good
girl), and gave her away to the Earl of Portsmouth. Saw her fairly a
countess--congratulated the family and groom (bride)--drank a bumper of
wine (wholesome sherris) to their felicity, and all that--and came home.
Asked to stay to dinner, but could not. At three sat to Phillips for
faces. Called on Lady M.--I like her so well, that I always stay too
long. (Mem. to mend of that.)

"Passed the evening with Hobhouse, who has begun a poem, which promises
highly;--wish he would go on with it. Heard some curious extracts from a
life of Morosini, the blundering Venetian, who blew up the Acropolis at