Morning at the Office. Read Blackstone and passed the morning 365very quietly. In the afternoon, wrote a letter to my Mother with very little in it. The Truth is my wit is very barren and I am looking forward to a cessation of the Correspondence. My feelings are somewhat altered about writing, it being more of an exertion than it used to be. Evening, the Correspondence of Mr. Pope. We have had nothing but rain these three days.