[Monday] October the 16 [1815]
This morning I spent, much after the old fashion, in my spinning room. -- After dinner, Mr. Beamish came up. He had his gun and we went up to the lake. We sit down to view the beauty of the scene around. All was still save the gentle breeze that curled the lake. Not a bird was heard through all the wood. We were the only ones that intruded on Nature's dead repose. -- How fast fly the hours when in the society of those we esteem. The sun had sunk behind the hill ere we thought of home. Papa has been to the militia the day. Mr. B. left here after tea; he will have a beautiful evening to cross. I hope he is nearly home by this.