Exceedingly warm day. I walked up to Mr. Sharpe’s and spent an hour in maturing my plan but without coming to any decision, he was to make the estimates and submit them tomorrow morning. The delay made me late. I had several other places to go to which kept me long, so that I consumed all my time at the Office in writing the mere arrears of my Diary, and in Accounts. I remained so long as to be unable to do any thing in the way of my usual occupations at home, before dinner. Afterwards, I took a little nap, my drowsiness being in some degree caused by the uneasy nights in the room with the baby.

I finished No. 7 before I went to bed. But one more number remains, and I have at least five weeks to write it in. I shall therefore take it 177easy but mature it well. By the first of September, I can begin to think of revising for the Pamphlet form. It has been so miserably broken up in its effect by the caprices of these editors that I long to get it out of their hands as quick as possible. I believe, I shall not write again for the Advocate.