Mar. 18th

Well, here I am again, the sun is streaming in my bedroom window in a delicious flood of light. The cold has at last succumbed to the warm South West + the snow is almost gone. Last night about 7.30[4.30?] the concert began, some of the songs were very good and [?], others are very amusing. Beatty (the man who deserves the [?] medal) was dressed as a darkey[?!?] + burnt [?,] his appearance frightened Mrs. Glen the halfbreed wife of John Glen, that she rushed shrieking from the room. The supper too was a success and tho' the graces did not [?] off the day passed well. 11.30 p.m. I must say goodnight.