Thursday, February 13th

A cool day, wind N.E. Engaged all morning writing to Nanny. The boys are getting up a shed at Kittoe's corner for Andy to work in at the house. Lord Frederick Montagu's cow came ashore and made me very jealous about Novice. In some respects his is a handsomer cow than she. He applied to Deans for leave to graze her in his paddock, but was refused. Today my order for choice actually came, and I had the pleasure of getting Quail Island for better or worse. A good many emigrants came ashore from the Castle Eden, and more cabin passengers, who are quartered by Lord Frederick Montagu on Cholmondeley. His lordship goes swearing about in a loose-fishy way. Tea with Mr Godley; met Fletcher, the bank inspector, who has a good opinion of the place as a sheep country, comparing it to Port Philip district, but his theory that a country runs to greatness over the bones of the first settlers is not an inspiriting idea. A good deal of talk during tea of ways of getting home, which made me feel queerish and think of the hall door at Ballylin.