The most poetic and truest account of objects is generally by those who first observe them, or the discoverers of them . . .

  I hear the unusual sound of pattering rain this afternoon, though it is not yet in earnest. Thermometer to-day commonly at 38°. Wood in the stove is slow to burn; often goes out with this dull atmosphere. But it is less needed.

  10 P.M.—Hear music below. It washes the dust off my life and everything I look at . . .