[Thursday] October the 26 
This morning, as usual, was spent
in my spinning room. About one o'clock Mr. Beamish came up. After he had
taken something to eat, he took his gun and went out to shoot a partridge.
I went to git some evergreen and we met
in our little bower, where we have passed many happy hours--and today has
added another to the number. Mr. B. did not stop to tea, as the evening
was disagreeable. -- It grows late and I shall make preparations for bed.