I feel like a child, full of joy and pliability; and all ambition of every character seems to have left me.

I see where I was heretofore, and the degree of externality which was mixed with the influences that I co-operated with, an externality from which I now feel that I have been freed.

It does seem to me that all worldly prospect that ever was before me is gone, and as if I were weak, very weak, in the sight of the world; so I really am.

I feel no more potency than a babe.

Yet I have a will-less power of love which will conquer through me, and which, O gracious Lord, I never dreamt of before." In the middle of the above entry he thus notes an interruption, and records a lesson taught by the late New England spring: "George and Burrill Curtis came in, and I have just returned from a walk in the woods with them.