Morning cold. I went to the Office as usual and from thence to the publisher’s where I procured several of my pamphlets. I was occupied in sending them about especially to Washington. I have now come out with my name,1 and the anxiety which I feel upon the subject is great, for to write what is in itself of no value or has nothing at all to recommend it would be mortifying indeed. Received a letter from my father authorizing me to use any papers I like so that I can now go on.2 Short walk and home. Herodotus which I go over pretty carefully. As Mr. Davis called upon me to say that I must be ready for next Tuesday I sat down after dinner and worked without much cessation until tea time. After tea, I went to a Lecture to hear Alexander H. Everett who talked about General Warren. He introduced one or two anecdotes which were new and curious, but the great body of the Lecture was dull. Home at nine, but intending to go to a party at Mrs. Gray’s which I however gave up as my Wife appeared not very well, continued my 369work, but as Mr. Everett announced that he should give another Lecture next week I did not hurry myself so much.3

Mild day. I went to the Office early for the purpose of meeting Mr. Stanwood, Mr. Beebe and Mr. Pickering for the settlement of the matter of his house. They came at the time specified but completed only a part of the arrangement, as Mr. Beebe was not prepared to pay the interest. He said he would come next day. After they were gone I occupied myself in sending away some numbers of my Pamphlet.

Isaac P. Davis called in to speak of Mr. Everett’s continuing and intimated that he could now fix no time. I told him I was glad of the suspense, which I am as I dislike much to be hurried in my work.

Letters from home. My Mother writes quite often.1 Home to read Herodotus. Afternoon taken up very much by Mr. Sayer who was fitting the drawers of my cabinet of Medals which have never before been finished. Evening, reading Lockhart to my Wife and afterwards upon work.

I went to the Office this morning but remained in it a very short time being attracted to be present at an auction of Christmas things where however I purchased only such things as I wanted of any cost. But in order to get a pair of lamps I had to wait until quite late.

Home where I had a short time to read Herodotus. Afternoon amused myself with a volume of the Correspondance Secrète which however falls off in the fourth volume. The French are a gay and volatile and a vicious people but their literature is amusing.

Evening, went to a Concert of Madame Caradori’s with my Wife, Mrs. Everett and her two daughters. The room was I think more full than on Friday and every distinguished person was there. These are aristocratic assemblages enough. She sung three Italian pieces of great execution, all of which she executed with very great clearness and beauty. Her voice is naturally one of great sweetness and melody and she has received a very good musical education. Perhaps she is more pleasing than Mrs. Wood, because her taste is more unexceptionable, yet I confess the notes of the latter overpowered me more.1 Fabi is respectable without melody, and with little expression, Comer is quite insupportable.2 Home early. Writing.