7:20 P.M. W. at Harned's for supper at five. Just reached home before I came. In his bedroom. Did not look bright. Said, "I am not bright. There's some devil at work in me: I guess it is that grip: I can explain it no other way—give it no other name." And then, "Yes, I enjoyed myself at Tom's, but I am not well."
Adler speaks in Philadelphia this evening, "Agnosticism not a Finality," W. saying about it, "It ought to be worth hearing: it must have great points," and this led him to refer to William T. Harris' approaching address before the Contemporary Club on Hegel. "He ought to know what he is talking about—is undoubtedly the great Hegelian of our land, our time."
Has been paid $75 for "Old Poets." Has also some difference with McKay about payment of large orders for big books. He thinks "troubles multiply."
His neighbor, Button, is notified by city authorities that the number of his house has been changed to 332. This would make W. 330, which he does not like. It makes him indignant.
I mailed "Old Poets" to Morris, along with matter of my own. Have progressed on Whitman paper.
W. sent his "love" to Adler, and Adler was happy to receive it. Eloquent address. W. interested in Blaine's coming to Philadelphia to speak. Regrets Tom's entrance to this political fight in Camden.
Hunted but could not find Truth Seeker today.
"In this autographing business" W. thought I might as well get Burroughs to autograph one of the "Poet and the Pen" books for me. Would give me a copy to send on.
Attention called to old note from Gleeson White (abroad).