Morning cloudy but cleared. Division as usual. Afternoon Railway to Brighton. Evening at home.

I did something in the matter of my Review this morning although the ideas did not flow quite as freely as they sometimes do. Indeed the political history is the most difficult as it involves the reputation of the Review for fairness.

Saw Mr. Hunt again today who gave me Professor Tucker’s new work on Banking with a request that I would look it over.1 Home to read Ajax which was however clipped of it’s fair proportion.

After dinner I executed my long meditated design of going to a Nursery for trees but instead of getting to Kenricks which I find some distance from the Railroad station, I went to Winship’s at Brighton which is directly upon it. I did this only from a belief in it’s necessity and by no means from inclination inasmuch as I had always much disliked the manners of the men who manage it. I succeeded better today in getting trees as I saw a nephew who was more accommodating.2 My boy John went with me but we had a little superfluity of time before the train came back which hung upon our hands. We got home by seven where we found Mr. Brooks who passed an hour. Evening, Tucker.