Rain. Time as usual. Evening at home.

Office where I received another sheet of proof from Mr. Hunt. I should think the Lecture would make twenty five or six pages of his close text. What with one thing and another I bid fair to keep presses enough going at present. But this only pushes back the great work which I have on hand.1 I must go on with that and bring it to a creditable conclusion.

Home. Oedipus. Continue examination of authorities and as Elizabeth is with my Wife, I write all the evening. This advances things so much that I think I shall find my work easier than I expected. It will consist a good deal of extracts.