Then, like a good brother, I walked under a burning sun to Kensington to ask Fanny how she did, and stayed there two hours.

Then I went to Knightsbridge to call on Mrs.Listen and chatted with her till it was time to go and dine at the Athenaeum.

Then I dined, and after dinner, like a good young man, I sate and read Bishop Heber's journal till bedtime.

There is a Sunday for you! I think that I excel in the diary lire.

I will keep a journal like the Bishop, that my memory may "Smell sweet, and blossom in the dust." Next Sunday I am to go to Lord Lansdowne's at Richmond, so that I hope to have something to tell you.