Lord Fielding is here with his regiment. He and his lovely lady are living socially amongst us. The Dean has set them his house. They are extremely fond of music. Lady Fielding plays and sings divinely. She speaks of your beloved Mrs Mullin’s rival excellence in that line with warm and generous praise. They give private concerts, which are made for them in return. Last Monday, they met a party of twenty-five at my house. Three violins, a violincello, Lady F.’s harp, and an harpsichord, formed our band. Bending over her harp, when she sweeps her white hands over its strings, and mixes her song with its tones, we see and hear a living Cecilia. Mr Saville and our three diletantes, Miss Parker, Mr Simpson, and Mr Thomas White, joined Lady F. in duets and glees. The saloon in my house is an excellent room for music, and held us all without crowd, and the evening passed off to the apparent satisfaction of the company.