Never did I see young people better brought up than are the sons and daughters of this excellent couple, or a more united family.
Mr.and Miss Poulter, and William Spencer the poet, I dined here yesterday.

Mr.Poulter is a sensible man, and his sister is well informed and intelligent.
It is now decided that we go to England! Two years ago I should have returned there with gladness, but now!--I dread it.

How changed will all appear without _him_ whose ever-watchful affection anticipated every wish, and realised every hope! I ought to feel pleased at leaving Paris, where the heaviest trial of my life has occurred, but _here_ I have now learned to get inured to the privation of his society, while in England I shall have again to acquire the hard lesson of resignation.
_November_, 1830 .-- This is the last entry I shall make in my journal in Paris, for to-morrow we depart for England.
I have passed the day in taking leave of those dear to me, and my spirits have failed under the effort.

Some of them I shall probably never again behold.

The dear and excellent Madame Craufurd is among those about whom I entertain the most melancholy presentiments, because at her advanced age I can hardly hope to find her, should I again return to France.