Much of my time was taken up in going down to procure the Deed of the Estate in Acorn Street which I at last procured. This puts me in a new position in the world. I am now for the first time an owner of the soil and my interests are somewhat identified with those of the town. In this Country the right is less of a privilege than in almost any other. The man whose interests may be staked by owning half the Country upon every Act of it’s government would have no more influence in it than the Irish day laborer who pays only a Poll Tax.

Office. My father continues his exposition of the events of the last Session.1 I do not know exactly what to think about the present state of the affairs of the Nation, and am more removed from them than I had supposed likely. Both sides appear to me equally wrong. My father in general right but often not prudent. Walk.

Afternoon began the History of the French Revolution by M. Thiers who is now a Minister of France.2 Grimm whose last words I am reading. He was at last frightened from Paris and his Correspondence by the increasing fury of the democracy. Evening Wilhelm Meister.