[Thursday] November the 9 
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.