We seem to have settled ourselves quietly into a tone of resignation in regard to the weather; we know that we cannot 'get out,' any more than Sterne's Starling, and we know that it is best not to fret.
"The subject which I have drawn for the next poem is 'Sunrise,' about which I know very little.

K.and I continue to learn twenty lines of poetry a day, and I do not find it unpleasant, though the 'Deserted Village' is rather monotonous.
"We hear of no suffering in town for fuel or provisions, and I think we could stand a three months' siege without much inconvenience as far as the physicals are concerned.
"January 26.

The ice continues, and the cold.

The weather is beautiful, and with the thermometer at fourteen I swept with the telescope an hour and a half last night, comfortably.

The English steamer will get off to-morrow.