Describes attending a party at the Hogarth family's house. Transcription: 11. Wednesday. In doors, doing little. 12. Thursday. In the evening, as promised, with my sisters [Naomi and Rosa Gunn] to a party, at the Hogarth ?s. They live in the Mile End Road, a little beyond the turnpike gate. The entertainment consisted in singing and dancing, now a polka, quadrille, or schottische, sandwiched by the ladies ? performance upon the piano, or vocalisation. They had got together a number of agreable, pleasant people; old [John] Hogarth is a kind, hearty, genial old boy, and his wife [Ann Brooks Hog
Describes attending a party at the Hogarth family's house. Transcription: 11. Wednesday. In doors, doing little. 12. Thursday. In the evening, as promised, with my sisters [Naomi and Rosa Gunn] to a party, at the Hogarth ?s. They live in the Mile End Road, a little beyond the turnpike gate. The entertainment consisted in singing and dancing, now a polka, quadrille, or schottische, sandwiched by the ladies ? performance upon the piano, or vocalisation. They had got together a number of agreable, pleasant people; old [John] Hogarth is a kind, hearty, genial old boy, and his wife [Ann Brooks Hogarth] his fitting counterpart, John [Hogarth, Jr.] bustled about, danced and sang songs, and pressed everybody to take wine with him, Carry [Hogarth] was as goodnatured as usual, played much on the piano, the belle Louisa [Hogarth] smiled, laughed and simpered, and Clara [Hogarth] was the innocent, amiable faced girl she looked. There were three or four cityish men, one bald headed, the other young, I didn ?t dance, till but talked, chiefly with Miss Vaughan, (who ?s intellectual face I liked,) till challenged by belle Louisa, after supper, where I encircled her waist in the gyrations of a lengthy country dance. Some of the girls sang pretty well. I ?m sorry my sister Rosa [Gunn] tried it, for the first time, in my experience. The effect was doleful, as she ?ǣwent in ? in a hollow, centrained, and perfectly unnatural voice, which made me unexpressibly miserable, from sympathy. I was fearfully yawny and sleepy during the last three hours, for we didn ?t get away till near 3 of the morning. Weary work this party-giving spite of the kindness intended. I ?d rather have met the Hogarth ?s in their own home circle. And a thousand times rather had I sat for ten quiet, loving minutes looking into the brown eyes of Hannah Bennett than be at a score of such parties. Eheu! It rained drearily, and the day dawn began to reproach us, as we rattled homewards. Title: Thomas Butler Gunn Diarie
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