Morning at the Office. The weather which threatened great heat cooled off by one of the sudden changes of wind to the East so common in this climate and we had a damp and chilly afternoon. Still no letters. My family seem to have deserted me. Mr. Hollis called to see me in regard to the Common Street Houses which need immediate attention, but I was totally unable to give any directions.1 How unfit my brother was for active life appears to me more striking every day. My spirits still depressed but on the whole much improved. Read Clarendon in the afternoon and in the evening, after a short walk which the chill in the air prevented me from enjoying. I read a few Numbers of the Spectator at the Office, which I must confess I relish for the first time.