Tuesday, January 10:
The news of the bombardment of Paris is good, and it seems the French themselves realize the hopelessness of their position. All the same a combined assault on the Vosges is being prepared.
Arrival of the Shakespeare which R. is giving me, a beautiful English edition. Visit from Countess B., who asks me to write down for her a criticism of the obituary of her father, with which she is not satisfied. Great weariness, which I fight against in order to do German history with the children.
In the evening read Gibbon with R.: his childish views on the "barbarian" Germans made us laugh heartily, but also gave us cause for thought. Before that we had been truly shattered by Gellert's conversation with Frederick II, which we read again in Carlyle. How noble, enlightened, and modest does the poet appear, and how tragic the great German King who, blinkered by French culture, cannot recognize his own people!