8:05 P.M. W. in his own room; light all up, but dozing. Said Tom and a "Mr. Leighton, a minister, have just been in," and talking a good deal. It had disturbed and tired him "after a long day's sitting," etc.
Said he had been reading Cleveland and Thurman's speeches in the West, "and liked them: they seemed to have the true ring."
Left Conservators with him, half a dozen, and he returned me Harper's Bazar.
Said he had read paragraphs in last issue of Liberty.
"I have sent the paper to Doctor. The Saturday Review? It is a cad—has a caddish manner in all it does; is of the order of self-glorified, self-satisfied—thinks its one way to dispose of certain men whom it does not like is to sneer at them. Oh! It does no harm—and Tucker handles 'em well!"
W. still complains somewhat of health. Asked me about envelopes. When would they be done? In about a week. "I am satisfied—I can wait."