A very mild, lovely day for Christmas day. I went to the Office where however I cannot say that I was enabled to effect much. I called at the publisher’s but my pamphlet was not yet out. I at last was a little impatient and looked so vexed that Mr. Ticknor was induced to make an extraordinary exertion which produced about a dozen copies before night. Went home to call with my Wife and Mr. Brooks and Mrs. P. C. Brooks Jr. upon this Madame Caradori who is here. I do this not from any particular fancy for the lady but out of respect for the feelings of Sidney Brooks who wished his friends would notice her. She appears a middle aged woman without much beauty but with no great pretention. I left her after a short and awkward visit and returned home to read Herodotus. I am reviewing the books. Afternoon, as my father’s answer did not come and as time presses I concluded to go on with my Lecture as an experiment. It runs easily.