Lydia Bennett Diary Entry Essay
Dear Diary,
I am Lydia Bennett, the youngest amongst the five Bennett sisters. I am fifteen years old today, and this journal was a precious gift from Mary. But to be honest, I awaited more of a better gift from her, I never wanted pieces of paper! She already knew that I’ve always wanted her jade earrings, the ones I have wanted forever, the ones that I feel almost rich in! She says that I must write in this journal every day to improve my mind. There’s nothing to write about and my mind does not need improvement! Anyways, I might as well give this a try.
I must say that I am mama’s favorite child as she loves me even more than any of them. I am the prettiest amongst them all! I have come to a conclusion and I certainly believe that I am destined for fortune and favor. Why would such a charming and courageous girl like me end up in an unsuitable lifestyle? I daresay that I shall never be like any of my sisters since none of them are married at all. It has dearly been my illustrious desire to fall in love and find myself a husband. Thus, while I am sincerely competent in the art of being enamored. As …show more content…
eluding as finding a partner in life, I have been vigilant in the endeavor. My devotion towards an officer is befitting and exactly what I desire in a husband as it would take a such good looking man indeed to capture my affections if he had not added the attraction of his charming scarlet coat. But to mention the truth, I have learnt that not all soldiers are marrying kind!
Last night occurred the Assembly Ball and I had quite worn out my silk dancing slippers by standing up with several good looking officers for every jig, country and figure. Indeed, when I had been entering the rooms, I had barely cast my eye about before I was lead by a string of gentlemen, though sadly, not all were officers. But I must say, there is something about a soldier which makes an exquisite partner -- I am utterly giddy in their company!
I accepted many compliments as I wore my tamboured muslin, which suites me very well.
I was quite the belle of the ball. The officers of the Derbyshire militia were enamoured by my saucy looks, and I swear, I sat down not once! I danced the first two with Mr. Maybury then Mr. Denny, Mr. Wooton, Mr. Blout, and Mr, Wooton again: a simpering cox comb, Mr. Cavendish, followed by Mr. Wickham. Till then, Mr. Wooton begged to danced again, but I was heartily weary of him! His eyes are too close together and he has sweaty palms, horrible teeth, and breath reminiscent of a stable-yard privy. He has more fat than a hind of pork, and with eyes that squint out from a florid visage like a slapped bottom. As the supper bell rang, with an attack of the vapors, I attempted to perform a fainting seizure, which had the exact desired outcome of him distancing himself away from
me.
I have decided to devote the next few weeks to refining and polishing my accomplishments, which due to my valuable fortune, I am literally blessed. I am to commit more time and effort to preserving my beauty, health and loveliness, while exploiting a grateful attitude and to cultivate my superior and my beautiful mind. My face is designed for love. I should be able to attract all the officers that my come my way. Although, Kitty and I have drawn up some rules for a new plan, we have both agreed on not entertaining any officers even if they should call! Well, I can’t even stand a day following that rule, I’d end up breaking it anyway.
Out of all the men and all the disappointments I met that night, my eyes were all set on Mr. Wickham. That gentlemen danced and charmed his way through my heart. He is captivating. The way his hair falls into place, the way he spoke to me was just like music in my ears, and he was also wearing the scarlet coat which made me admire him even more. Mama will be very pleased that I have met such a wealthy and good looking man like Mr. Wickham. I can’t wait till the day comes in when him and I will lock our precious vows. He’s mine and I’ll make him mine. In the end, I always get what I want. I wish to see Mr. Wickham again! Perhaps, Mrs. Lydia Wickham – there, that sounds very pleasing!
I am Lydia Bennett, the youngest amongst the five Bennett sisters. I am fifteen years old today, and this journal was a precious gift from Mary. But to be honest, I awaited more of a better gift from her, I never wanted pieces of paper! She already knew that I’ve always wanted her jade earrings, the ones I have wanted forever, the ones that I feel almost rich in! She says that I must write in this journal every day to improve my mind. There’s nothing to write about and my mind does not need improvement! Anyways, I might as well give this a try.
I must say that I am mama’s favorite child as she loves me even more than any of them. I am the prettiest amongst them all! I have come to a conclusion and I certainly believe that I am destined for fortune and favor. Why would such a charming and courageous girl like me end up in an unsuitable lifestyle? I daresay that I shall never be like any of my sisters since none of them are married at all. It has dearly been my illustrious desire to fall in love and find myself a husband. Thus, while I am sincerely competent in the art of being enamored. As …show more content…
eluding as finding a partner in life, I have been vigilant in the endeavor. My devotion towards an officer is befitting and exactly what I desire in a husband as it would take a such good looking man indeed to capture my affections if he had not added the attraction of his charming scarlet coat. But to mention the truth, I have learnt that not all soldiers are marrying kind!
Last night occurred the Assembly Ball and I had quite worn out my silk dancing slippers by standing up with several good looking officers for every jig, country and figure. Indeed, when I had been entering the rooms, I had barely cast my eye about before I was lead by a string of gentlemen, though sadly, not all were officers. But I must say, there is something about a soldier which makes an exquisite partner -- I am utterly giddy in their company!
I accepted many compliments as I wore my tamboured muslin, which suites me very well.
I was quite the belle of the ball. The officers of the Derbyshire militia were enamoured by my saucy looks, and I swear, I sat down not once! I danced the first two with Mr. Maybury then Mr. Denny, Mr. Wooton, Mr. Blout, and Mr, Wooton again: a simpering cox comb, Mr. Cavendish, followed by Mr. Wickham. Till then, Mr. Wooton begged to danced again, but I was heartily weary of him! His eyes are too close together and he has sweaty palms, horrible teeth, and breath reminiscent of a stable-yard privy. He has more fat than a hind of pork, and with eyes that squint out from a florid visage like a slapped bottom. As the supper bell rang, with an attack of the vapors, I attempted to perform a fainting seizure, which had the exact desired outcome of him distancing himself away from
me.
I have decided to devote the next few weeks to refining and polishing my accomplishments, which due to my valuable fortune, I am literally blessed. I am to commit more time and effort to preserving my beauty, health and loveliness, while exploiting a grateful attitude and to cultivate my superior and my beautiful mind. My face is designed for love. I should be able to attract all the officers that my come my way. Although, Kitty and I have drawn up some rules for a new plan, we have both agreed on not entertaining any officers even if they should call! Well, I can’t even stand a day following that rule, I’d end up breaking it anyway.
Out of all the men and all the disappointments I met that night, my eyes were all set on Mr. Wickham. That gentlemen danced and charmed his way through my heart. He is captivating. The way his hair falls into place, the way he spoke to me was just like music in my ears, and he was also wearing the scarlet coat which made me admire him even more. Mama will be very pleased that I have met such a wealthy and good looking man like Mr. Wickham. I can’t wait till the day comes in when him and I will lock our precious vows. He’s mine and I’ll make him mine. In the end, I always get what I want. I wish to see Mr. Wickham again! Perhaps, Mrs. Lydia Wickham – there, that sounds very pleasing!