I have felt utterly unable to apply myself to any study of Law this week and on that account, it is perhaps lucky that I have had some occupation for my thoughts in the alterations I have ordered in the Office I am about to occupy, and the arrangements which it is necessary for me to make thereupon. My books were all moved upon shelves again after having been lying about for a long time. I do not now look forward so anxiously to the future. Afternoon, tried some of Clarendon. The weather was very warm and pleasant. But I felt rather languid, and in very middling spirits. No letters this evening which keeps me still in suspense. My anxiety to receive some information from home is very great, though at the same time I dread it. Evening, some Numbers of the Spectator.