[Thursday] November the 9 [1815]
Mr. Beamish came over this morning to go a-riding with us, but the weather is so disagreeable we gave up all though t of it. -- Mr. B. took his gun and went out till dinner, but met with no sport. Maria went home with him this afternoon. -- I walked to the gate with them. -- On my way home, I stopped at my little bower. -- It is now bereft of all its beauty.