Walked on the ramparts - crossed the bridge over the river Oache. Reentered the town by the gate of that name after breakfast, kept the appointment with Madam Louise. At the Rue des Forges - exactly opposite the house where Marguerite of Burgundy was born.

Madam, a good specimen of french beauty, small in her person - in size and shape a little venus. Neat turned foot and ankle and delicate hand, but with an ordinary round french face. An amorous brunette, just the very little -only to disturb a mans peace of mind. Well dressed in silks and jewelry. In passing by her mothers tomorrow in the Rue Jeannin if she is at the window, she will come down, but I must look up as if I were not looking at all. For if a Frenchman comes to know she is visited, would ruin her - excellent intriguer - leaving rue des Forges (first calling in at another-house to look at an old Gothic staircase).

Went to Arquebuse - a public promenade and a cabinet d'Histoire naturelle. Here is a remarkable large poplar tree planted in the time of Francis 1st - close by is the Jardin des plantes extensive and well kept. 8,000 specimens of plants and a bronze bust of Legouz Gerland the founder 1772.

Went to a masked ball, which understood to be a subscription ball. Found them mostly students and grisettes. However, the girls behaved better than the students. Met a Mr Richardot - a travelor in the wine trade and was acquainted with cousin H E S of Sheffield -