Fine morning. I read in continuation part of Juvenal’s seventh Satire and was much pleased with it. There is in it none of the coarseness which I have found in most of those hitherto. Amused myself writing another number of my papers in which I was very happy in being able to fix some quotations. I do not think there are many in the Community 209who are able to produce things equal and yet they do not receive one smile from friend or one frown from an enemy. They are pearls before swine most certainly. Assorted some papers too. Thus passed the morning.

Afternoon, continued reading Theodor. Auguste Lafontaine writes home-stories as well as any body I know. He paints the lights and shadows of life with truth and yet mingles with them brilliancy enough not to affect the mind as some of the English Stories of the same kind.

On yesterday was the anniversary of my wedding day. I have been married six years of great general happiness as well as worldly prosperity. It was not noticed at home and forgotten in my record which is bad enough. In the evening my Wife and Mary went up to Mrs. Adams’ to take tea and my father and I walked up afterwards. There were several there as is almost invariably the case. Mr. Beale and his daughter, Price Greenleaf, and afterwards Mr. and Mrs. Miller and their daughter. Conversation quite dull about factories and stock and profits. What else can you talk about in such society? Home early.