A fine day. We were of course out of order, as we were in the very agony of removal. I was engaged packing up my papers and my clothes for the forth time in three months— At noon my son Brooks walked with me to the new residence in Mansfield Street, where we found things in some confusion. The delay has been such in the removal of Mr Fitzgerald that this complicates our affair somewhat. But in spite of difficulties I managed to settle down a little in my Library which really seemed to be a suitable resting place. My spirits were a good deal better at once. We spent some time in examining the numerous pictures which are here collected and in ascertaining the portraits. I hope this will be a source of pleasure to me. Quiet evening visit to E. Brooks’.