This was Commencement day, but I did not attend nor indeed pay the any sort1 of notice to it. I am no admirer of those things, and rarely follow them when I can avoid it. The rain set in early and continued nearly all day but I had started for town and was caught.

My occupation was to superintend my projected publication. I have decided upon risking publication although my bookseller discourages me much from it. I hope it will not be quite so expensive as he estimated it but at any rate, it shall be printed because I firmly believe it will be a benefit to the Country to give it a new chance of being read. The Whigs have succeeded in smothering it on one side and the Jackson party have looked on indifferent on the other, as if they were afraid.

I went to the Athenaeum and the House. Remainder of the time passed at Office making up Diary and correcting my numbers of the Appeal. Carried down two to the publisher. Home in the rain from which I was however protected by an Umbrella. Afternoon, Theodor, assorting letters and correcting No. 3 of my Appeal which I find unsatisfactory and involved, and I think will require writing over and elucidating more fully. Evening quietly at home. My mother was not well today and my father appeared indisposed.