I cannot get Mr. Hallett to publish more than once a week from which I conclude that they cannot afford to put in oftener articles of 175such length. I must submit to it and trust to a subsequent publication on my own Account in full. The silence is the worst thing for me that could be conceived. If No. 4 does not break it up then my case is gone and my labour in vain.

To the Office. Day cloudy and cold. Busy at the Office in bringing up my Diary which my sort of life every now and then puts in arrears. After I get through my present labours in the political essay line, I have plenty of other work cut out for me which will take time, but it will not be of such an engrossing nature as to prevent my attending with punctuality to this record. Tried hard to see Mr. Hallett, but without success. Not being able to finish my business in the morning I went out after dinner.

Called upon A. H. Everett to ask him to go with me to Quincy, to dine tomorrow. Met his brother Edward there. He left in a moment and I then talked with him upon the incident at Worcester together with a comment upon it in Hallett’s paper of this morning. He seems to have thought little of it.1 It is a good thing to be so guarded in the impenetrable mail of self assurance as not to take easily the blows which malice aims.2 He read to me his first number although I did not express any wish to hear it. There was nothing however which was not well enough. Home. Evening quiet. Continued working upon No. 6.