Pleasant day. I went to town and was occupied mostly at the Office after going through the usual routine of my affairs. Nothing new but the arrival for the third time of the Great Western. This seems to be making the question of Steam Navigation across the Atlantic almost a matter of certainty.1

The Courier of today contains an acknowledgment of my fourth number but not the number itself. No notice whatever of the series, in any press of either side and I begin to think they are of no value and that I have made a blunder. Home.

Afternoon, began Titus Lucretius, de Rerum Natura,2 and consumed some time idly in reading a French book picked up the other day about the rules of entertaining. Evening at the Mansion. Conversation. No finer night could be imagined.