Foggy. Division as usual. Evening, Mr. Brooks.

After coins, I went to the Office. Received the last proof sheet of my Lecture in Hunt. I read it over with satisfaction. The close is eloquent, if I may be permitted to judge. But it is not at all possible for any one to make any just estimate of one’s self. I never yet read any thing of mine over twice with any thing like the same impression.

Accounts, then Home to read Oedipus. Afternoon, rather indulging after my stretch of the previous week. Read over the Review too to see if I had omitted any thing. Evening, Mr. Brooks called for an hour very pleasantly.