Clouds and light snow. Office as usual. Evening Lecture.

The weather was dull and gloomy all day. I occupied myself much as usual, in drawing up old Leases and so forth. There is some little news from Europe which does not however very much alter the state of the case in this country. We shall have hard times next year.

I went home and read eighty five lines of Oedipus. I am on the whole well satisfied with the review for it gives me a much more full conception of the force of the play. Afternoon, Pinkerton. I propose now to turn my attention to the MS again which I have remitted for so long.

Evening, Mr. Brigham called at my House and accompanied me to the Masonic Temple where was a middling collection of persons among whom I recognized but few acquaintances. I was favorably received, and delivered my Lecture as successfully as ever. I thought the readings were more effective than I had known them. This is the sixth time I have delivered it, always very successfully and yet with little apparent increase of audiences. Returned home before nine, and went on with my Lecture on credit.