As fine a day as in
April. In the morning Dr. Shippen came to see us. What a pity it is that the
Doctor is so fond of kissing; he really would be much more agreeable if he were
less fond. One hates to be always kissed, especially as it is attended with so
many inconveniences; it decomposes the economy of one's hankerchief it
disorders one's high Roll, and it ruffles the serenity of one's countenance; in
short the Doctor's, or a sociable kiss is many times worse than a formal salute
with bowing and curtseying, to "this is Mr. Such-an-one,” and this Miss
"What-do-you-call her." 'Tis true this confuses one no little, but
one gets the better of that sooner than to readjust one's dress.
SOURCE: “Extracts
from the Journal of Miss Sarah Eve,” The Pennsylvania Magazine of
History and Biography, Vol. 5, No. 1 (1881), p. 26
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