What a child I am, the “very idea” of my pretending to keep a journal, in fact I had nearly give up all idea of finishing this. At any rate now I have once more seated myself to fill a few pages, I will commence immediately—with how much pleasure, I look back upon the events of the past month, one dark night— all sure that is bright—back to Monday June 18th. spent the morning at work, in the evening Mary and Martha Haywood spent with me—Mr Grimes called, spent an hour I guess—after ten Mr Tucker came up—soon after Messrs W. L. Saunders and Stevenson and Mr Cannon called to go home with the girls—Tuesday morning spent working, in the afternoon attended the funeral of Jinks little baby, who died Monday morning, I feel so sorry for her, she was so devoted to it—We then started home (after carrying Mollie Henry home as she had gone with us to the grave—) had not got far on our way home, when Mr Saunders, stopped us, saying, Mr Engelhard had arrived, and they would call out after tea—they came, I spent a pleasant evening—left about ½ 11 o’clock—Wednesday morning, I don’t know what I did do—in the evening Mollie Henry, came out, & spent the night—after supper, Mr Saunders, and Mr Engelhard came out to see us—I spent such a pleasant evening—it was past one, when they left—Thursday morning Mollie and I did not get up early by any means we were sitting in my room, all undressed, when who should ride up but Messrs W.J. and W.L. Saunders—spent about half an hour—Mr Saunders (W.J.) informed us they were going to storm Cousin Mary Haywood, and asked to accompany us—about ½ 6—I took Mollie home, to prepare for the evening, then took a little ride, and came home about nine we called for Mal and Mary, I spent a pleasant evening (considering all things) not many gentlemen—Mr Engelhard did not attend, he had good reasons, but I was sorry he could not go—came home a little past two—Friday morning Mr Engelhard called I spent such a nice morning—it was ½ two when he left, I expect—in the afternoon Mother, Sister Flora and I went down town, and then took a little ride—received two invitations to the Tarboro 4 of July ball—one from Cousin John, and the other from Mr W. H. Johnson gave the former to Mr Engelhard whom I met, at Mrs Hardies just as I received them—After tea Mr Engelhard called me a little “fuss” at least I very foolishly go angry, at some of his remarks—and left him, went out, and took my seat upon the front steps, he soon came, and we made it up, and had a nice long chat, he did not leave before one—Saturday morning I was sleeping very sweetly when Malvina brought me in a note from Mr Engelhard saying “Mag” had arrived—and would call in the evening—about ½ six, he brought her up, she is a pretty dog, that is a splendid daguerreotype I have of her—he left just at dark—after ten Mr John Grimes, and he came up to see us—I laughed so much, at some of the conversation that was carried on, that night—they left about ½ 11, I expect—Sunday morning I did not attend church, nor in the evening, I promised Mr Engelhard to go, as he wished to walk home with me—but I told him it was too warm—I was actually fearful it would make me sick, he came home with Mother, took tea, and said good bye that night it was half past one, when he left—I will never forget that night—Monday I have forgotten all about—Tuesday morning spent at home, at nothing much, for it was too warm—after tea Mr Graham called—spent rather a pleasant evening, he left a little after 12—Wednesday Morning I made myself as cool as possible—In the evening went to ride, and received an invitation to spend the evening at Gov. Manly’s, a little “hop”—I went Mr Tucker was my escort—Talked to Mr Graham nearly all the evening—came home about two o’clock—Thursday morning wrote Jennie Jones one of my poor letters—Mr Saunders called spent an hour or so, in the morning Minnie and Nannie, took tea with me—Min is so beautiful, but I think her cold as I told her—but she is very sweet—I fear the girls spent rather a dull evening, for I must confess, I was thinking of something else, but did my best to entertain them—after tea Mr Graham came up for them. They left, about quarter to 12—I received such a nice letter that night—Yesterday (Friday spent nearly all day in writing a seven page letter—a poor one at that—Emily Guthery spent two hours, with us in the afternoon—I did not go down for some time after she came—last night sister Arabella received Mr Engelhard and his Sisters daguerreotype—it is surely good one of him and his Sister is like him I think—I forgot to say Min and Nannie were coming out to spend Tuesday (week) evening with me, but the death of Jink’s baby prevented—I received a note from Mollie Henry saying Mal and she were coming out to take tea with me this evening—I don’t feel very well to-day, & then—I don’t feel like entertaining them, I know—Mollie Henry is a kind hearted girl I think, and I believe she likes me—O! It has been the warmest week, me, me! I declare I heard something the other day which made me feel so badly—how can people act so—I wish they had not told me—I fear to write what it was—O! Me what a world we live in! Today is first of July, I wonder if Mr Joe Wright has thought of it—I have very often—I wish it was most wrong for me just to write him a “few lines”—I hope he may keep his promise however—but as to my showing him my journal, I can’t think of that it would be too vain, too foolish, to everything, but what it should be—