
A cloudy, cool and very pleasant November day. We gave a ball for Clare last night, had over two hundred guests, danced untill 3 this a.m. The Ball was in the large amusement room at the asylum—over 100 days labor were consumed upon the decorations—it was generally allowed to be the prettiest and most enjoyable party ever given in London—today we all feel somewhat sleepy & tired but much relieved that it is well over.
I am still reading Shakespeare and Bacon
(comparing the two (?) men)—it is a most fascinating study—what would I not
give for a week with O'Connor to talk it all
over. Meter matters jog along as usual—I hope that in the course
of '92 we shall be through the worst of our troubles.—
Remember me to Horace.
What about the new L. of G.? Will it soon be out? I want an early copy. Is Horace doing anything about the W.W. book? I want to go to work at it but shall not have an hour for that job untill after Christmas
Good luck and love to you RM Bucke
