Feb. 10th. Up, being troubled at my being found abed adays by all sorts of people, I having got a trick of walking the Charles too long at night with----whose discourse I love, he being a very wise and modest teacher. Then to the office to look over my agenda for the day which is as follows:

10 o'clock--Professor Demos, Descartes, Emerson D.

11 o'clock--Professor Jackson, Aeschylus, Sever 37.

12 o'clock--Professor Prall, "Defining Aesthetics", Emerson A. Professor Lowes, "Keats", Fogg Museum Large Room.

Also I am glad at my heart to note that the shy Captain Stevens of recent Stratosphere fame will talk in the Geography Building on Wednesday night at 8 o'clock. The subject of his lecture being: "Exploration in the Stratosphere"; and will be accompained by lantern slides. But his secretary tells me admission is only by ticket and there be only a few left. But I think I did impress her enough that she will save one for me.

Thence I to Dunster House to lunch and after an exceedingly fine conversation on plans for the Tercentenary Celebration, I to the large common room for coffee and to see an exhibition of the paintings of Mr. Martin Mower. And Lord! I am pretty well pleased. Professor Sachs, who be responsible for this exhibition, tells me Mr. Mower be one of the distinguished painters and art connoisseurs of our time. I also note Mrs. Gardiner of Fenway Court, whose judgment in these matters was exceeding good--did purchase some of Mr. Mower's works and also gave an exhibition of his paintings; and this, as many know, be a rare compliment.

And though I know I do not have a very good background to judge these matters technically, yet these paintings, I do not hesitate to say; please me much; though I have heard some say many of the works do look like grand railroad posters. I did try to talk with Mr. Mower but so many fine ladies around all a bubble to compliment him -- and yet I doubt if they said much either--that I could not ask or hear much with him himself. And for this I was sore at my heart, for this be Mr. Mower's last term with the Fine Arts Department which he has served so very well these many years. And a very god man he is, too!

Thence, I out to the Court, and very pretty it be in the snow, and along the River to watch the skating but saw no bit of beauty there; so I back to the Tower to read Kant, and by and by to bed. But Lord! How cold the sheets be.