This day presented no pleasanter prospect to us than either of the preceding—The wind still holding to the Eastward, our Stormy point. I went to the Office after resuming a little work upon my Catalogue. Continued assiduously my perusal of Gottsched and Meidinger, and gleaned occasionally a profitable idea, but their Grammars are both too cumbrous for a student of elementary principles who ought not to have his mind crowded with so many ideas as to expel each other from a durable position. I read over the adjectives, numerals and pronouns without fixing a great deal that was material, but still reviving some old recollections.

I took my usual walk, and had a better appetite than usual for dinner. Miss Mary Ann Phillips dined with us and passed the whole day with my Wife. I had a very long afternoon in consequence, but as I fell into my old superficial way of accomplishing twenty five sections, I concluded to read it over thoroughly and did not finish. The second book is not so difficult as parts of the first, and yet to me perhaps not quite so entertaining. But I speak only from a partial examination. Abby sat with me tonight only for an hour, after which I finished and reviewed the third book of Paradise lost, and read two numbers of no great interest in the Tatler.