A pleasant, bright day. When I awoke, my voice was gone, so that my day was passed in silence, of a disagreeable [sic] nature. My chest was not very sore, but to speak was an exertion. I took some “honey and lime juice” to clear my voice it did me much good. Garret did not ask after my cold, nor take the least interest in my condition. He was offended because I attributed my cold to damp air from our open halls, which are really shocking for this climate. To.night a passing thought, came over the spirit of my dreams, a stranger for this past week. What strange compounds we are! enigma’s to our selves, and to others.