Fine day though cool. Usual division of time.

I was at the Office as usual. Making up arrears of Diary. The accounts from Washington contain nothing new, but the insurrection at Harrisburg continues. It is yet questionable on which side the result will turn whether on that of order or of anarchy. Walk to the Athenaeum and then home. Alcestis with which I am quite delighted.

After dinner, attended a meeting of the City Hotel Corporation a pendant of the South Cove. The undertakers made it more extensive than they could execute and therefore left the building half finished and subject to a debt. It was now proposed to create more stock and go on. I listened to the arguments of the Speakers and only regretted that they were not cogent enough to overrule my determination not to go into that slough.

Home before the decision. Evening, read Miss Martineau’s last book aloud,1 and after it, Crevier and coins.