Morning clear and cold. Went to see the Tenements which are 356undergoing pretty thorough repair. The middle one strange to say does not let though the cheapest. Perhaps the difference is great but I confess I do not see it. Thence to the Office where my time was passed in writing, correcting my Article and reading Monsieur Meisel who is not very entertaining. On the whole I begin to feel as if I ought to hurry upon my reading of Law or German. My anxiety about my Mother is now very considerable and was increased rather by her not sending us any answer nor coming today.

The afternoon passed in my writing in continuation and with the aid of a small part of the evening finishing my Copy of the Article. I have now read, studied, and copied it so much that I feel in perfect disgust with it. But my pains ought not to go without some result now. So I am glad I have finished it. It shall with the blessing of Heaven, be sent on Monday to take it’s chance.

I read French with my Wife, and tried to read a little Poetry, but a message from Chardon Brooks’ wife about Horatio drove me to Edward Brooks to ascertain the true state of the case. Found as usual the thing was clear exaggeration. Read two numbers of the Tatler.