Morning at the Office. The weather grows warmer rather than more cold and begins to make us feel as if Summer had really come. It is delightful to sensation but creates rather a languid feeling as to work. My time was not interrupted. I went to see Mr. Kinsman to inquire respecting Whitney whom I saw this Morning. He was not aware that he had returned from New York. Then read Graham but not regularly, and finding my head full of composing, I sat down and wrote off the concluding portion of my Essay. I think it is tolerably good but will require much careful correcting and laborious recomposing. I think the ideas are generally sound, though I am afraid a little of the reasoning, is open to question. It may not be good but it is so ingenious as to have convinced me, which I never thought it would.

The rough draft is now completed. And I must now commence the work of putting into a favourable shape. The afternoon was accordingly passed in this business, and I worked steadily and accomplished a large portion of the earlier, but not most laborious portion for [fol. 218] [fol. 218] [fol. 218] [fol. 218] 219it includes little of the reasoning, and was better finished at first than the latter part of it. The evening was sultry. I finished the second volume of Eustace to my Wife, and continued my labour afterwards until eleven.