Cloudy and east wind. Office. Proprietors of South Cove. Evening at home.

After coins, to the Office. Bringing up Diary bravely. Nothing however that is new. The political world at Washington is dull, the commercial world is dull and we are all dull. Home to read Antigone but got caught in the parlour with company so that I barely finished the most difficult chorus in Sophocles, the song of rejoicing over the discomfiture of the Argian host led on by Polynices.

After dinner, to the United States Hotel to the Proprietors meeting of the South Cove. Mr. Nichols’ plan was adopted, nem. con.1 and the 374board of Directors elected to match. I was much provoked at the leaving off of Mr. Nathl. Curtis, whose good judgment I would trust more than almost any body’s whom I know. At any rate the present plan will give us separate property and the control of all our rights.

Home. Evening, read to my Wife my new Article upon the New York Review with which she seemed satisfied. I am nevertheless writing over a part.