Rain and damp but warm. At home. Evening at home.

My head was not entirely at ease this morning and I was apprehensive of a bad day but it passed off before evening entirely.

I devoted a large part of my morning to my Lecture which I brought to a close at last. But I fear it will not do. At any rate I now mean to lay it away for a month or two, in order to give myself the advantage of cool criticism. This is what I rarely have been able to bestow upon a work, and as this is not designed to be flashy I must try and make it up with substantial merit, although New York is not the precise sphere for that article.

A little but not much of Menzel. Mrs. T. B. Adams dined with us. Afternoon, Tacitus, finish book 3 and read 20 sections of book 4. Evening the family took tea with us and remained until nine o’clock. The children none of them very well, rather suffering under the change of season.