Awoke at half past nine, and could scarcely pull myself out of bed. My toes and feet were aching, and I am afraid I was very sleepy at Mass. It shows how attentive those must be who have been at an all-night dance on the Saturday before! Mamma and I had a great laugh at Fräulein Engelmann, who toiled up the hill to our house at a snail’s pace, and looked as if she would never reach the top. Wrote a fairly good composition on ‘Sir Roger de Coverly and the Spectator at the races’. I feel my English improving every week, and I think Dr. Scannell is quite pleased with my comps. After dinner, I went to my friend Mark O’Shaughnessy, and had some fun there. Markie is a really nice, simple old fellow, and I like him very much. As it was wet, we had a few games of billiards.
