Rain, but cleared up in the evening. Distribution as usual. Evening at Mrs. Frothingham’s.

The morning looked very dark and threatening but it turned out to be only a very short Southerly rain. Office nevertheless where I read a little of Storch and brought up my arrears of Diary. Home where I began Sophocles with the Oedipus Tyrannus and read forty lines very thoroughly.

In the Afternoon I read through my Lecture in one hour and five minutes which in delivery would take an hour and a half. This is too long. And I find deficiencies to be filled up which would add another half hour. I am now disposed once more and for the last time to remodel the whole, and I began upon it today. After all, if this does not suit I can retreat upon my old performance which I know I can make successful.

Evening, to Mrs. Frothingham’s where was a little party of young and old, few of whom I knew. Home at eleven.