Woodward, Dd

FEB. MAY 1, 1882 BY H. ACHERMANN SHAN

A WOMAN OF FASHION'S JOURNAL

DREAMT of the Captain—certainly a fine Man—counted my Card Money—loft confiderably—never
play again with the Dowager—Breakfafted at Two—my new Maid too handfome—remember to
part with her—fent Cards of Compliments to the two Mifs Crochets and Lady Dunder—my Lap
Dog Chloe very unwell—apprehenfive the poor Animal is croftin Love—a fad thing that I know
by experience—the Man from Vickery's call'd with my new Wig—very becoming—but fome-how
it has not the Air of that purchas'd by Mifs Twig, in St. James's-Street—could not drefs myfelf to
my Satisfaction—Jenny abominably awkward—fhall certainly part with her—my head continually
running on the Captain—buy no more Rouge in the City—might as well ufe Brick-Duft—never can
fettle thefe Feathers to my liking—" can I e'er ceafe to love thee, ah, no my Love no!"—a charming
Air that—remember to get my Piano-Forte put in order againft my next Evening Concert—red
two Chapters in the new Novel of *Innocent Adultery*—and part of the *Monk*—Mr. Lewis a delightful
Writer—fo Chafte and Moral—remember to enquire for the Tales of Wonder!!—lounged at the
Muſical Library—befpoke new Drefs—ate fome Ice in Bond-Street—very cooling—dont like Lady
Mazey's new Chariot—dined at Seven at Lady Rackett's—the Captain there—more than ufually
agreeable—went to the Opera—the Captain in the Party—Houſe prodigiouſly crowded—my ci-divant
Hufband in the oppofite Box—rather mal apropos—but no matter—*telle chofe font*—looked into
Lady Squander's Rout—poſitively a Mob—very right in engaging Townfhend—remember to befpeak
him for next Wedneſday—fat down to Cards—in great Luck—won a cool Hundred of my Lord
Lack-wit and fifty of the Baron—returned home at five in the Morning—indulged in half an hour's
*Reflection*—refolved on Reformation, and erafed my Name from the Pic-Nic SOCIETY.

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