Cloudy day. I went to the Office, but my time was much taken up by Mr. Walsh who came and conversed three hours. This is a little too much although I like his conversation because it is not frivolous. His subjects are generally literary, political or historical—So that my time is not so completely lost. Walk. The relief in the money market which was felt last week does not hold on. There was a great pressure Saturday and an extensive bankruptcy.
Afternoon, Dubos—A long section upon the Music of the Ancients. A curious idea of his to resolve the ancient theatrical representation into something resembling our modern operatic performances with the remarkable addition that while one man sung or spoke in recitative, the other did the gestures. What more ridiculous idea can present itself to the mind, yet this is justified by our author, who is all alive for the unities of the French Stage and talks of the necessity of keeping up the illusion. Such are the curious workings of the human mind. Evening. Vivian, a very moral Story, and continued my labours upon German.