I slept here at my friend Mr. Sturgeon's2 — having learned last night that the Fund Committee voted to me £30, and being desirous of taking home with me the money, if practicable, to appease my pressing claimants by dividing it pro rata — It does not extend to satisfy them but I am thankful to the Society for this relief, and doubt not it was as much as their means could afford to me. As yet I know no particulars, and may perhaps learn nothing beyond the fact of the vote. I must return home, for I fear Matilda must have left her mother.