Well! dear me! How dull, stupid, and good for nothing I feel to-night—I though at any rate I would just write a “few lines" Although feeling so little like it—I wrote to Uncle Weddell last night. I don’t know what I have been up to, not much I guess. Wednesday I think it was, spent nearly all the morning at Mr Tuckers store—Thursday did not go from home at all—Wednesday evening Cousin Annie, and Min, came out to see us, spent an hour or so—I see very little of Min, thinking what friends, “we need to be.” I do not know that she has changed, I have not, that is, I can say I love her as well as any girl I know—but not better— cannot say however, how long, this feeling will last, if I thought she did not love me, I could change, easily, and quickly, although I love her well now—but enough of this I think—Friday morning we all, went down to Mr Tucker's, I did not stay very long, felt sick, and came home—spent the evening in reading—To-day at least this morning spent talking, and writing to Grandmama—in the evening, Mother, Sister Ann, and I went to Mr Tuckers shopping, returned about dark—I received, by Mr Dancy, this evening (who has just come up from Tarboro) a piece of Cousin Haywoods, wedding cake, Cousin Bella sent it to me, I have some names written, and hope to have sweeter dreams, than I did on my last—Annie Hinton, told Mother she was coming home from Church with her to-morrow—