Much colder but a very fine day. I went to the Office and was occupied as usual. Received a letter from Mr. Greenleaf inviting my propositions,1 so that I concluded to get into the Cambridge hourly at eleven o’clock, and call and see the gentleman at his Office. I went and found him. After preluding with a denial of any admission of right by my Act, as well as an intimation that I was not acting as an 265Attorney, I stated both the propositions in order. He positively declined the first and also the second in its existing shape. But he would consent to a reference to any lawyer of established reputation or he would sell his Copyright for four hundred dollars. Thereupon we parted. Mr. Greenleaf is a fair talking man but there is something sharp about his eye and he has a face not prepossessing though intelligent. I left him and walked into town. Home in time to read Juvenal. Afternoon, wrote an answer to Mr. Treadway embodying the substance of what was said.2 Evening quietly at home. Finished Antommarchi.