We sup at your brother’s to-night, with all the beau monde of Quebec: we shall be superbly entertained, I know. I am malicious enough to wish Sir George may arrive during the entertainment, because I have an idea it will mortify him; though I scarce know why I think so. Adieu!
Yours,
A. Fermor.
LETTER LIII.53.
To Miss Rivers, Clarges Street.
Jan. 13, Eleven o’clock.
We passed a most agreable evening with your brother, though a large company, which is seldom the case: a most admirable supper, excellent wine, an elegant desertdessert of preserved fruits, and every body in spirits and good humor.
The Colonel was the soul of our entertainment: amongst his other virtues, he has the companionable and convivial ones to an immense degree, which I never had an opportunity of discovering so clearly before. He seemed charmed beyond words to see us all so happy: we staid till four o’clock in the morning, yet all complained to-day we came away too soon.
I need not tell you we had fiddles, for there is no entertainment in Canada without them: never was such a race of dancers.
One o’clock.
The dear man is come, and with an equipage which puts the Empress of Russia’s tranieau to shame. America never beheld any thing so brilliant: