We spent most of this afternoon putting this new stove up and had a great fire until to-night. Bob Doughtery was in just before two with some fellow called Slack to tell us he wanted the lambs on Saturday. He would have stayed to tea but Slack wouldn't wait for him and he was driving the car. Frank and I went down town to-night. Frank went to the dance and I went with the band to serenade the new council. Taylor beat poor old Walker badly so we went up to his place first and took him as well as all the rest of them by surprise. We went from there to John Harvey's where we got treated with wine and Lous wedding cake. Then we went over to Perce {Ryan's?} but his wife informed us that he had gone down after some medicine for the baby. We played anyway and I don't know whether we killed the baby or not. Mr. Quinn's was our next stop and then we set out for Capt. P.C. Robinson's. We went to the house but Pauline said he had gone to lodge so we started over there to "get his goat" but some body saw him headed down Main St. and at last tried him in his office at the Fish Shanty so we gave him a couple of selections and then we dispersed. They all promised to give us all this financial assistance that was necessary next year and three of them gave us enough to buy some cigars with. {illegible} the cash down and I don't know what became of it. Altogether we had a very nice time, but had to go in everywhere to haw our horns out as it was a very frosty night & bright.