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January, Monday 13 1873

   Got up and sent off my letter to Bay and Brasher. It is a most doleful letter, and I ought-not-have sent it, but I knew I could not write a better one in my present state of mind, and, as Bay and had already written two letters to me. I made up my mind to post the obnoxious thing, and to let it take care of itself. Today I received a letter from papa with answer to my letter of the 9th wed. Today is the anniversary of the marriage of papa and mamma  twenty years ago. I expected to go home to a party , which papa intended to have on today., but, in his letter, he says there is to be no party, and come quietly, John will not be able to go home. Nothing of much moment occurred today. Blume, our professor,  it is time, told some of his jokes or puns, but were as unintelligible as ever, although  to all appearances, we enjoyed them highly. I wrote part of a letter to papa today. I did not go to early bed tonight for the reason given in account of yesterday's wonderful doings.                                                                 
                                                                    Tuesday 14
 Today I sent off two letters one to papa and the other to Many. I had not time to punctuate either as the bell rang, just as I was leaving today the sun came out in full force, and made quite an impression on the snow. But as the bright luminary did not keep us right for over eight or ten hours, the snow is still the master of the situation.  This day is celebrated by the arrival of a letter from miss. Weich. I wrote to her about a month or rather about three weeks ago and here is her answer to that letter. Her excuse was miserable ,but as she threw herself on my mercy, and as she was a female-. Bay and Brasher' letter also arrived in the same mail. Speaking of my diary, the day it reminds him of a remark or saying of Mark Twain  to the effect that "the season for diaries commences with the first day of the year, and winds up about the end of the first week in Germany. " I commenced an answer to Bay and day, but have not yet finished it. The Credit Mobilier trial is still the observing topic of the day. My New York Sun is my favorite paper. But with what way does refer to the way I went to sleep on this particular occasion?                                                                   
                                                                     Wednesday 15

Was learning and reciting my speech during the recreation. A miserable day. Very busy in doing nothing. Latin class was as usual the place of jokes, for many, a joke had the meaning of course our friend Blume. Horrible attempt at poetry. If I keep on I may acquire as great a name as my friend Jack Milton. While he will still keep the name of the greatest poet, perhaps I may reach a position in verse that I will ever be remembered as the "poorest poet of them all." But what a mean trick to attempt the filling of even a diary with such trash. I had better go to bed and perhaps I may dream a dream. In which hope, Wednesday, thou dreary day, "farewell, a long farewell."