Worked all the morning. Fr. Engelmann and Miss O’Brien are for dinner. It is the last time Fr. Engelmann will be in this house – she is leaving on July 12th and will be in Dunquin with Miss O’Brien from to-morrow till then. We all had to write in her diary. I put in: ‘Eheu fugaces, Postume, Postume, labuntur anni, nec pietas moram, rugis et instanti senaectae, adferet indomitaeque morti. [Alas, Postumus, the fleeting years slip by, nor will piety give any stay to wrinkles and pressing old age and untamable death. – Horace, Carmina, II. xiv.i] I did not know how to put it in first, as it seemed cheeky, but she said she knew it was not a reference to herself. Mám put in a very beautiful interpretation of Fr. Pat’s of one of Chopin’s [pieces] about memory of the past. – Fr. Engelmann and I worked at choir cards after dinner; then I went to Horgans’ where we went boating, and afterwards took turns in dashing down Grace’s avenue with a truck tried to our bikes and one of us sitting inside. Came home and found Irmah there to say good-bye. She is going too on July 12th. It will be terrible to have Fr. Engelmann gone. She was very sad all day and at tea she suddenly went away. But we will see her again before she leaves. Worked again in the evening. I really enjoy my hols. like the Dickens when I am working hard and playing hard.
