Canandaigua June 21st. Thursday evening
What are you doing, my dearest Frances, in this melting of
the elements with fervent heat? Do you live and move and
have your being?
As for me I am reduced to near a nonentity.
I dined yesterday with Mr Gregg. Frances had a little party in
evening which kept me up and out of my chamber until 12. She
and her lover held a conference under the window which kept me
awake until one. The imagination took up a ditty which entertained
me until two. I rose at six and have dragged my sickened
frame through the streets under a brutal sun to and from the
Court house besides spending several hours in the interesting debates of
that forum.
Tonight Miss Granger has a party. If I can satisfy
myself that my absence would not be imputed to disrespect I shall
not expose myself to the perils of another sick day by going
into society tonight.
Mr. Gregg's garden and ground are very neat and are quite
handsome but by no means as handsome as ours. He is an illus-
tration of what a man suffers who has no sufficient occupation.
Every morning is spent in looking up somebody to entertain at din-
ner. The dinner yesterday was just what the dinner was a year
ago — Two hours at dinner, an hour in the garden and conservatories
and an hour in the Dome of the House.
I am now fairly launched upon the business of the Court.

It is unknown enough but I console myself with the prospect of relief
by a visit to you on Sunday.
Ever your own Henry
hHenry June 21^st
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