Sunday. July 17th.
Not well—& as an ergo, did not go either to church or chapel. Mrs. Cliffe & Eliza came & I displayed my Homer to them,—& settled about Tuesday. They will go, & take me. Not sure that I like it. If I go in Mrs. Cliffe’s carriage, I may not see Mr. Boyd. I must see him, if I go at all!-- No letter!— I wrote about the Biblical MSS. Afterwards wrote to Mr. Boyd about my forgetting to give his message to Mr. Spowers—& also about the Homer.[1] I told him that tho’ I wished he had not given me so costly a present, I was “pleased,—in associating the most beautiful book I ever saw, with the kindest & most valued friend I ever had”. Said a great many words besides, but not one word that I did not feel—more than feel.
1. For the letter, see BC, 2, 319–321.
