Morning fair. Rode to town accompanied by my Wife. Left her at the Bath and went myself to the Office. Occupied in writing my Journal as usual, and afterwards in reading Hutchinson. My morning time escapes me almost without my being aware of it. It is very clearly the science of wasting life. And I am rapidly becoming tired of it. I do nothing which can be of any credit to myself. Conversed with Mr. Welsh a short time and then left town with Abby for dinner. The afternoon was taken up in continuation of my Library Catalogue 308which I am endeavouring to push to a completion, as my period for closing my country residence draws nigh. In the evening we were quietly at home.