Monday, December 16:
Spent the morning with the children; wretched weather. R. goes to Angermann's again to drink his beer, accompanied by Russ, who was almost mad with joy.
But in the afternoon great vexations arise; Herr Am Rhyn thinks it nice, after R. put 20,000 francs into his house, to send him a bill for 3,000 francs! R. answers briefly and to the point; besides that, bills from Lucerne of the most bare-faced kind. I am very despondent whenever I think of our constant financial state; every purchase becomes a torment. We both write to Lucerne.
To dispel unpleasant thoughts we read Hermann's rectorial speech, a fine survey of the achievements of the Indians in all spheres of life. I have to admire, or rather to feel surprise over, the way he finds it possible, with all his profound knowledge, to keep so silent about the real content of these writings.