March 11.—Sunday, dressing room, 12 o’clock. What an age since I put anything into this book! Christmas festivities at Lord Miltown’s, Lord Cloncurry’s.
My article on “Irish Lord Lieutenants” was sent off yesterday at two o’clock for the New Monthly. For five days I had been working against time and scarcely drew breath. To-day I am a lady at large (if not a large lady), and now for my own amusement and edification. Feet on fender—fire blazing away—snow falling—nothing but discomfort without and comfort within! soon will come my darling children and their good little father and dear little mother; and oh, the merry day we shall have in spite of wind and weather! And so please God we begin the new year; for this is our first family réunion in 1829.
