8:05 P.M. W. received me in his own room. Had been reading; now, however, in semi-doze.
Talked freely in the few minutes I stayed. His "day has been poorly": such his report. Was, however, "determined to put the cheeriest face forward to the end." Desires to read Ingersoll's "Vindication of Thomas Paine." I mentioned the fact that I had found it in an old scrap-book, yesterday. "I have never read it: yet would like to. Paine is within my particular domain—I am after all anybody has to say about him." Now reminds me of it. Said he would probably ask me to run him off a hundred copies of the Kennedy piece. I suggested as to the Lippincott's matter—his and mine—that we get Stoddart to give us a number of copies in pages: printing simply our pages and stitching them. W. "struck with the idea." Would he write to Stoddart? "Yes—if you think best—or you?" But I thought he would have more weight and he promised.