DID ſet my Wife, poor Wretch! this Evening to mending my Socks, which is a pretty Employment for her Leiſure; and myſrlf to Drury Lane, to Monsieur Jullien his Concert. The firſt Part of the Concert all Dr. Mendelssohn his Muſique, which I did long mightily to hear, and, ſo to do in comfort, buy a Ticket for the Dreſs Circle, coſt me 1s. 6d., but found the Seats all full, and obliged to ſtand the whole While, which made me mad, but a pretty full-eyed young Lady being forced to ſtand too, and cloſe by me, though with her Brother, did comfort me a little, not that ſhe could not ſit, but that ſhe was by me. Heard a Symphony that did well pleaſe me, ſeaming to lift me into the Clouds, and was mighty myſtical and pretty; and the Muſique in the Midſummer Night's Dream did give me much Delight, the Twittering throughout the Overture putting me in Mind of Singing-Birds and Fairies and I know not what, and the ſleepy Paſſages very ſweet and lulling. Mightily taken with the Prelude to the Mock-Tragedy, Bottom his March, as droll Muſique as I ever heard; but what did moſt of all delight me was the Wedding March, a noble Piece, and I did rejoice therein, and do think to hire a Band to play it under our Window on my Wedding Day. Monsieir Jullien in his white Waiftcoat and with his Mouſtachios mighty ſpruce and as grand as ever,