Mr. Hutchinson sailed yesterday for Ireland. The weather for several days past has been quite moderate; but this afternoon blew up very cold again. I pass'd the evening with Townsend and Pickman at Dr. Sawyer's. Play'd quadrill with Mrs. Sawyer and Mrs. Hay; the family is very agreeable.

The severity of the weather has been increasing, and is this night but little inferior to the greatest extremities of the winter. Our social club, met this evening at Little's. The walk was rather long, and bleak; but our enjoyment was sufficient to compensate for that. Notwithstanding Mrs. Jones's opinion, I confess I do not dislike clubs. I think they may be sociable and friendly without being slavish.

A number of us spent the evening at Dr. Swett's. I play'd on the flute, an hour or so.

I have heretofore mentioned Mrs. Swett. The Doctor perhaps may come under the denomination of a reformed rake: in his youth he was wild; but he has become quite a useful man: Such instances are rare!