I ought to make a thousand Appologies to D^r M ^rs S:^t for delaying so long to write her an acc:^t of the Ball w^ch my Mamma promised you. I should but if you knew how I was circumstanced in Dublin you wou’d readily forgive me; for in truth from the time I got up in the morning till I went to Bed, I never had one Moment to myself for we are so Genteel that there are, new Diversions for Every hour of the Day, but now that I am return’d to Cellbridge & have had time to collect my scatter’d Senses, & to Set my Little intellect into some sort of Order, I may perhaps be able to Either Speak, write or think like a Rational Creature, for really for these last Six weaks I’ve lived in a continual hurry, & have hardly yet got the Buzz of that great Metropolis out of my Ears. Now for the Ball [...] Next to this Temple was a vast pile of Rocks, on w^ch was a vast number of Musicians, all in Rural Dresses w^ch look’d Exceessive pretty [...] the Concert was Extremely Agreable, Andrews & Leander the famous French horns play’d several pieces & were so sittuated, one always appear’d an Echo to the other & as they sat on the highest Rocks the soun’d was not too much for the Room; at the Close of this harmony my Ears were, all on a Sudden, Saluted with Innumerable Birds of various kinds that seem’d to me as if they were in the Trees, & were, so well immitated, that they who have had the Pleasure of hearing the Nightingales said nothing coud be more natural & for the Larks, & thrushes I will answer for them thus thei sung alternately, till near ten o’Clock when this delightful Melody ceased, & the Members of this little Choir each retired, I suppose, to its lofty habitation for we heard them no more [...] after the Concert was over we danced, & did not comes away till 5 o’clock in all which time I never saw any thing carried on w^th greater regularity, & not one Drunken Man in the room excapt some of the Waiters & Musicians who made a little too free, w^th Capes & Champagne.