Dearest Diary,
Upon the conclusion of the lessons this afternoon, it was decided we would journey to the western coastlands in order to observe a cricket match and to observe the rays of sun as it set. While such scenery is quite lovely at the particular time of day, it was unfortunate that we had not made it for the cricket match and we therefore paused at an inn for dinner and some fishing. Although the waters were well-stocked, we left with naught but two tiny goldfish. Fortunately, a dear friend had also taken respite at the inn and her company was a welcome thing to behold. However, it is now rather late of hour and I shall be required at the schoolhouse quite early on the morrow...
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
September 28, 2010
Dearest Diary,
I cannot be more pleased at the day as it was. Were it not for the rain, I fear I might have melted in the heat, but it is fortunate that the weather changed rapidly and brought with it the cool breezes that this season is known for. I am indeed happy.
Following the lessons this afternoon, I was able to practise with the chamber ensemble and I am quite pleased at their progress. Upon their dismissal, I returned to the task of preparation for the evening's dinner party with the many families of schoolchildren. Some words of intrigue were certainly exchanged and I have not the full account to report to you this evening, but may I at least inform you of the kindness of many in attendance. For it was the very sort of kindness for which I was in great need.
The weekly hymnsing returns on the morrow...
I cannot be more pleased at the day as it was. Were it not for the rain, I fear I might have melted in the heat, but it is fortunate that the weather changed rapidly and brought with it the cool breezes that this season is known for. I am indeed happy.
Following the lessons this afternoon, I was able to practise with the chamber ensemble and I am quite pleased at their progress. Upon their dismissal, I returned to the task of preparation for the evening's dinner party with the many families of schoolchildren. Some words of intrigue were certainly exchanged and I have not the full account to report to you this evening, but may I at least inform you of the kindness of many in attendance. For it was the very sort of kindness for which I was in great need.
The weekly hymnsing returns on the morrow...
Monday, September 27, 2010
September 27, 2010
Dearest Diary,
I am eager to speak to you this evening of a matter quite out of my hands. It is no secret, dear Diary, that I have not been quite enthusiastic these past few days, but I do wish to inform you that much has taken place. I continue to receive correspondence from a Mr. Evans from the village in which I grew up. I do find him to be a handsome gentlemen although quite, as yet, unknown to me. And as I have appealed to you on numerous occasions for an introduction, I have received an offer of suchan introduction just this afternoon. Whether or not I should accept the offer is a different matter altogether, but I am delighted that one has heeded my occasional urging. If in fact such an introduction takes place, I vowed that I should not deny the invitation. I do not believe that an answer will be necessary however. It seems as though the idea will be quickly cast aside, and in the case that it is, let me urge you once again to consider offering an introduction. For there are far too gentlemen in my profession and even fewer that seem to frequent the local parish. Nevertheless, I do recall feeling encouraged at yesterday's services. Perhaps there is hope for tomorrow...
I am eager to speak to you this evening of a matter quite out of my hands. It is no secret, dear Diary, that I have not been quite enthusiastic these past few days, but I do wish to inform you that much has taken place. I continue to receive correspondence from a Mr. Evans from the village in which I grew up. I do find him to be a handsome gentlemen although quite, as yet, unknown to me. And as I have appealed to you on numerous occasions for an introduction, I have received an offer of suchan introduction just this afternoon. Whether or not I should accept the offer is a different matter altogether, but I am delighted that one has heeded my occasional urging. If in fact such an introduction takes place, I vowed that I should not deny the invitation. I do not believe that an answer will be necessary however. It seems as though the idea will be quickly cast aside, and in the case that it is, let me urge you once again to consider offering an introduction. For there are far too gentlemen in my profession and even fewer that seem to frequent the local parish. Nevertheless, I do recall feeling encouraged at yesterday's services. Perhaps there is hope for tomorrow...
Sunday, September 26, 2010
September 26, 2010
Dearest Diary,
It was a rather impressive display by General Manning and his team of Horses this afternoon. I truly delight in observing the stampedes on each Lord's Day. And considering it was such a day today, the morning found me fondly in attendance among the parishioners. Even more delightful was the rare but welcome attendance of the three bachelors who were seated directly in front of me. I even garnered a few smiles from the gentlemen. A pleasure not to be missed.
As for the remainder of the weekend, last evening found me in the company of a good friend and the favoured literature of the elegant class. I am deeply grateful for the company. Tomorrow, however begins another week of lessons and a return to the schoolhouse. I am eager to accept the promise of breakfast on the morrow...
It was a rather impressive display by General Manning and his team of Horses this afternoon. I truly delight in observing the stampedes on each Lord's Day. And considering it was such a day today, the morning found me fondly in attendance among the parishioners. Even more delightful was the rare but welcome attendance of the three bachelors who were seated directly in front of me. I even garnered a few smiles from the gentlemen. A pleasure not to be missed.
As for the remainder of the weekend, last evening found me in the company of a good friend and the favoured literature of the elegant class. I am deeply grateful for the company. Tomorrow, however begins another week of lessons and a return to the schoolhouse. I am eager to accept the promise of breakfast on the morrow...
Friday, September 24, 2010
September 24, 2010
Dearest Diary,
I cannot be certain when I have last been more grateful for the conclusion of a week. Though I harbour no great complaints, I am pleased to be rid of such a week. What seems most fortunate however is the quart of ice that was given to me late this evening as I left a confectionery. It is not simply ice as one might find in cooler climates, but rather tastes somewhat akin to fudge. I could not help but be taken in by the smile of the gentleman and his friendly manner. He is indeed growing in my esteem as we have met on numerous occasions in the past year. Were it only for the bewitching smile, he might have meant less to me. But for the gift he presented me this evening, I find myself considering matrimony. I have never known ice to be of such flavour.
As for the lateness of hour, it behooves me to return to you instead on the morrow...
I cannot be certain when I have last been more grateful for the conclusion of a week. Though I harbour no great complaints, I am pleased to be rid of such a week. What seems most fortunate however is the quart of ice that was given to me late this evening as I left a confectionery. It is not simply ice as one might find in cooler climates, but rather tastes somewhat akin to fudge. I could not help but be taken in by the smile of the gentleman and his friendly manner. He is indeed growing in my esteem as we have met on numerous occasions in the past year. Were it only for the bewitching smile, he might have meant less to me. But for the gift he presented me this evening, I find myself considering matrimony. I have never known ice to be of such flavour.
As for the lateness of hour, it behooves me to return to you instead on the morrow...
Thursday, September 23, 2010
September 23, 2010
Dearest Diary,
As an aspiring authoress, there are few things in which I delight more than the purchase of new literature. I can assure you that the sort of market that will be arriving at the schoolhouse on the morrow is one that creates much excitement within me. And a much unaccounted for desire to drink tea. But I digress.
I am not proud to admit it, but I am the very sort that determines whether a piece of literature is desirable by the image or words depicted on the book's outset. One might be apt to respond that thou shalt not judge a book by it's cover, but I'm afraid I am not altogether familiar with such an ideal. I have only to offer that while I am often taken by a story when I've not seen the cover at all, I am less likely to have browsed its pages without the initial attraction.
I trust you are perceptive enough to understand I speak not only of literature. Have you not also judged a gentleman by his stature, his countenance, or the pleasure of his smile? Is it thus considered vanity to have never observed him otherwise? A man of great stature is demonstration of physical strength. One of right countenance demonstrates a spiritual strength. And a pleasing smile demonstrates an emotional strength. All traits a proper gentleman -- one of significant matrimonial potential -- ought to possess. Indeed, I am guilty. I cannot deny that the first glance must have reason to give heed to a second.
But indeed, I am the same with books. I shall take a few first glances (and perhaps a second) on the morrow...
As an aspiring authoress, there are few things in which I delight more than the purchase of new literature. I can assure you that the sort of market that will be arriving at the schoolhouse on the morrow is one that creates much excitement within me. And a much unaccounted for desire to drink tea. But I digress.
I am not proud to admit it, but I am the very sort that determines whether a piece of literature is desirable by the image or words depicted on the book's outset. One might be apt to respond that thou shalt not judge a book by it's cover, but I'm afraid I am not altogether familiar with such an ideal. I have only to offer that while I am often taken by a story when I've not seen the cover at all, I am less likely to have browsed its pages without the initial attraction.
I trust you are perceptive enough to understand I speak not only of literature. Have you not also judged a gentleman by his stature, his countenance, or the pleasure of his smile? Is it thus considered vanity to have never observed him otherwise? A man of great stature is demonstration of physical strength. One of right countenance demonstrates a spiritual strength. And a pleasing smile demonstrates an emotional strength. All traits a proper gentleman -- one of significant matrimonial potential -- ought to possess. Indeed, I am guilty. I cannot deny that the first glance must have reason to give heed to a second.
But indeed, I am the same with books. I shall take a few first glances (and perhaps a second) on the morrow...
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
September 22, 2010
Dearest Diary,
I continue to find little pleasantries in the day-to-day that delight me so. They are the sort that are quite unexpected, though I cannot at present recollect a one. Nevertheless, I hold great anticipation for the Happiness that is the week's end. I am exceedingly grateful for that special holiday called Saturday. I suppose that what sustains me presently is the commencement of the chamber ensembles. I have a most eager lot this year and I am fortunate to instruct them in their practice. Having said so, it behooves me to reminisce about my own years under careful music tutelage. They are the sort of years I remember quite fondly and in fact embrace as some of the best memories I can own to. Those spent in finishing school became the inspiration for my studies at the University; and those spent at the University have become a great part of the long journey I have taken since.
I have often struggled with the responsibility of insisting on music instruction as necessary to one's maturity and wisdom. And while I profoundly acknowledge it's value, I have taken heed that perhaps more important is the ability to pen a letter or read a story, than to fully comprehend the great works of Brahms or Mendelssohn. Nevertheless, the art is indeed paramount to one's understanding of the world. It seems music, science, mathematics, religion, and literature are near inseparable. When I am nearly convinced that music is the lesser of knowledge forms, I am persuaded otherwise by the mere participation in it. But I beg of you, do not think ill upon me for defying my profession. It is not my intention. Rather, I am rebourn to it. I find greater need for its use and I dare not doubt its value again.
Not even tomorrow...
I continue to find little pleasantries in the day-to-day that delight me so. They are the sort that are quite unexpected, though I cannot at present recollect a one. Nevertheless, I hold great anticipation for the Happiness that is the week's end. I am exceedingly grateful for that special holiday called Saturday. I suppose that what sustains me presently is the commencement of the chamber ensembles. I have a most eager lot this year and I am fortunate to instruct them in their practice. Having said so, it behooves me to reminisce about my own years under careful music tutelage. They are the sort of years I remember quite fondly and in fact embrace as some of the best memories I can own to. Those spent in finishing school became the inspiration for my studies at the University; and those spent at the University have become a great part of the long journey I have taken since.
I have often struggled with the responsibility of insisting on music instruction as necessary to one's maturity and wisdom. And while I profoundly acknowledge it's value, I have taken heed that perhaps more important is the ability to pen a letter or read a story, than to fully comprehend the great works of Brahms or Mendelssohn. Nevertheless, the art is indeed paramount to one's understanding of the world. It seems music, science, mathematics, religion, and literature are near inseparable. When I am nearly convinced that music is the lesser of knowledge forms, I am persuaded otherwise by the mere participation in it. But I beg of you, do not think ill upon me for defying my profession. It is not my intention. Rather, I am rebourn to it. I find greater need for its use and I dare not doubt its value again.
Not even tomorrow...
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
September 21, 2010
Dearest Diary,
I have oft made purchases that were not in the best interest of my pocketbook but I do declare that I detest the feeling of thievery that one has put upon me this afternoon. Or rather instead on the Lord's Day, but it was undiscovered until this very afternoon. Being robbed of such an amount is most inconvenient and I cannot help but loathe the individual who wouldst perform such a deed. Nevertheless I am elated at the resolution of such scandal. The funds are to be redeposited in less than a fortnight. I would that it were sooner. I could leap into the air if it were as early as tomorrow...
I have oft made purchases that were not in the best interest of my pocketbook but I do declare that I detest the feeling of thievery that one has put upon me this afternoon. Or rather instead on the Lord's Day, but it was undiscovered until this very afternoon. Being robbed of such an amount is most inconvenient and I cannot help but loathe the individual who wouldst perform such a deed. Nevertheless I am elated at the resolution of such scandal. The funds are to be redeposited in less than a fortnight. I would that it were sooner. I could leap into the air if it were as early as tomorrow...
Monday, September 20, 2010
September 20, 2010
Dearest Diary,
I fear I have once again been absent these thirteen days. Nevertheless, I return to you this evening with the anticipation of great Happiness. I have spoken to you before of Monsieur Buble, but I had ne'er expected that I might again make his acquaintance. And while the promise of such a meeting is yet two months off, I am overjoyed at the thought. I am hopeful he might delight us with an advent hymn or two on the occasion being at such a time of year, but he has not promised such entertainment. I can only expect a small recital and perhaps a kiss on the hand if we are to be so fortunate. The eldest Miss Lindsay and I simply adore his company.
Additionally, I have the good fortune of recreating a visit to the theatre which I had taken last November. A most beloved tale of Christmas is to arrive in the peninsula only days before I away to the lake regions for the visit with Monsieur Buble. I am a girl to be envied.
Perhaps even more so on the morrow...
I fear I have once again been absent these thirteen days. Nevertheless, I return to you this evening with the anticipation of great Happiness. I have spoken to you before of Monsieur Buble, but I had ne'er expected that I might again make his acquaintance. And while the promise of such a meeting is yet two months off, I am overjoyed at the thought. I am hopeful he might delight us with an advent hymn or two on the occasion being at such a time of year, but he has not promised such entertainment. I can only expect a small recital and perhaps a kiss on the hand if we are to be so fortunate. The eldest Miss Lindsay and I simply adore his company.
Additionally, I have the good fortune of recreating a visit to the theatre which I had taken last November. A most beloved tale of Christmas is to arrive in the peninsula only days before I away to the lake regions for the visit with Monsieur Buble. I am a girl to be envied.
Perhaps even more so on the morrow...
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
September 7, 2010
Dearest Diary,
I'm sure you are quite privy to the sort of day when nothing seems to go as planned. Without giving particulars, I can certainly hint that it is that very sort of day, or perhaps days, that I have been so unfortunate to encounter. Perhaps it is the settling of new routines or the unsettling of the olde. Nevertheless, I can assure you that I am not at all the best of company.
Of a more optimistic nature, however is the cake that Mother happened by with this evening. I found it delectable and to be the very sort of sweet of which I would most like to indulge on days like this one. I cannot muster e'en an ounce of Happiness this evening. With any good fortune, it shall return on the morrow...
I'm sure you are quite privy to the sort of day when nothing seems to go as planned. Without giving particulars, I can certainly hint that it is that very sort of day, or perhaps days, that I have been so unfortunate to encounter. Perhaps it is the settling of new routines or the unsettling of the olde. Nevertheless, I can assure you that I am not at all the best of company.
Of a more optimistic nature, however is the cake that Mother happened by with this evening. I found it delectable and to be the very sort of sweet of which I would most like to indulge on days like this one. I cannot muster e'en an ounce of Happiness this evening. With any good fortune, it shall return on the morrow...
Sunday, September 5, 2010
September 5, 2010
Dearest Diary,
I have made vows of a similar nature in the past, but I have begun once again to ponder the purchase of an estate of my own in the coming months. I have visited two this afternoon which show great promise. I shall hopefully be privy to additional information in the coming days. Additionally, I shall be acquiring some new stationery very soon for the correspondence I depend upon greatly. In only a fortnight I may be on my way again to the large lake regions in the north of the country in order to visit with a most beloved sister. As for the establishment of physical fitness we have discovered some alternative options that may not be quite as costly to one's pocketbook. I am in the sort of mood which feels as though there is very little to disappoint. It's a wonder I do not have an abundance of more energy this evening. Nevertheless there is much excitement on the morrow...
I have made vows of a similar nature in the past, but I have begun once again to ponder the purchase of an estate of my own in the coming months. I have visited two this afternoon which show great promise. I shall hopefully be privy to additional information in the coming days. Additionally, I shall be acquiring some new stationery very soon for the correspondence I depend upon greatly. In only a fortnight I may be on my way again to the large lake regions in the north of the country in order to visit with a most beloved sister. As for the establishment of physical fitness we have discovered some alternative options that may not be quite as costly to one's pocketbook. I am in the sort of mood which feels as though there is very little to disappoint. It's a wonder I do not have an abundance of more energy this evening. Nevertheless there is much excitement on the morrow...
Saturday, September 4, 2010
September 4, 2010
Dearest Diary,
I cannot imagine a more fortuitous afternoon. For what began with a delectable lunch, followed shortly by a visit to the markets in town, concluded with my attendance at the services and dinner in the company of a friend.
At the return to the estate, I have had little interest in settling in for the evening. Rather I have accomplished much and spoken at length with a most beloved friend who celebrates a birthday today. We are to convene on the morrow at that oft avoided yet much needed establishment for the physical fitness. It seems I just might participate in a competition of the most demanding sort in the coming months. I have made promises of the sort previously, but these are the sorts of competitions nearer my grasp, I believe. The ones that last a mere five to ten kilometers. I shall of course favour the smaller of the two. The decision however depends on my resolve as the weeks pass by. Perhaps there will be more to say on the matter in a few days. And in addition to the engagement in sport, I shall indeed celebrate another birthday on the morrow...
I cannot imagine a more fortuitous afternoon. For what began with a delectable lunch, followed shortly by a visit to the markets in town, concluded with my attendance at the services and dinner in the company of a friend.
At the return to the estate, I have had little interest in settling in for the evening. Rather I have accomplished much and spoken at length with a most beloved friend who celebrates a birthday today. We are to convene on the morrow at that oft avoided yet much needed establishment for the physical fitness. It seems I just might participate in a competition of the most demanding sort in the coming months. I have made promises of the sort previously, but these are the sorts of competitions nearer my grasp, I believe. The ones that last a mere five to ten kilometers. I shall of course favour the smaller of the two. The decision however depends on my resolve as the weeks pass by. Perhaps there will be more to say on the matter in a few days. And in addition to the engagement in sport, I shall indeed celebrate another birthday on the morrow...
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
September 1, 2010
Dearest Diary,
As another lengthy afternoon draws to a close I cannot help but reflect on the sorts of ups and downs incurred along the way. To have claimed to be dissatisfied with the schoolchildren's conduct today might be overstating it a slight bit, but it was not my favourite sort of day in that respect. Nevertheless it did have an ounce of Happiness within. Far greater were the hours following the lessons in which much seemed to be accomplished. You have heard tell of my phaeton and ponies from time to time, but I'm afraid I'm not very good to them. For apart from the occasional rain shower, such ponies have rarely been scrubbed down properly. Today was such an occasion. It has been quite some time since I have attempted to bathe such an animal and I found it therefore a trifle exhausting among other feelings. Nevertheless their coats seem to shine the slightest bit brighter than they might have this morning. I trust I was not a complete failure in the task. The mere thought of the accomplishment, however, sparked in me a desire to do some more scrubbing around the Estate. Our washrooms are in excellent condition at present. If the resolve continues, I shall expect a rather savoury kitchen on the morrow...
As another lengthy afternoon draws to a close I cannot help but reflect on the sorts of ups and downs incurred along the way. To have claimed to be dissatisfied with the schoolchildren's conduct today might be overstating it a slight bit, but it was not my favourite sort of day in that respect. Nevertheless it did have an ounce of Happiness within. Far greater were the hours following the lessons in which much seemed to be accomplished. You have heard tell of my phaeton and ponies from time to time, but I'm afraid I'm not very good to them. For apart from the occasional rain shower, such ponies have rarely been scrubbed down properly. Today was such an occasion. It has been quite some time since I have attempted to bathe such an animal and I found it therefore a trifle exhausting among other feelings. Nevertheless their coats seem to shine the slightest bit brighter than they might have this morning. I trust I was not a complete failure in the task. The mere thought of the accomplishment, however, sparked in me a desire to do some more scrubbing around the Estate. Our washrooms are in excellent condition at present. If the resolve continues, I shall expect a rather savoury kitchen on the morrow...
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