For I perceive that he is really the favorite of your fancy, though your heart cannot esteem him; and, independent of that, no sensations can be durable.
I am really banished and rejected; desired never more to think of the girl I love...!
I have been associated for three days, with sentiment and sobriety, in the person of Mr. Boyer. I don't know but this man will seduce me into matrimony.
I am rather fatigued with the amusements of last nigh...Mr. Boyer was present...though his profession prevented his taking an active part. I drew [Major Sanford] for a partner...he is an excellent dancer.
Suck it, Boyer.
O mamma! I am embarrassed about this man. His worth I acknowledge; nay, I esteem him very highly. But can there be happiness with such a disparity of dispositions?
I have returned; and the day, indeed, is fixed; but Oh! how different from my fond expectations! It is not the day of union, but the day of final separation; the day which divides me from my charmer...the day on which my reason assumes its empire, and triumphs over the arts of a finished coquette!