The dark and dismal weather still continues without improvement. My spirits are not at this moment, I thank Heaven, particularly liable to depression or this would try them. At the Office, where after occupying myself with my Journal and Accounts, instead of continuing my German, I sat down to consider the subject proposed for discussion at the Debating Society tomorrow evening. As I gave it last Saturday, to be my opinion that a man should go prepared to take a part in the discussions of the evening, I feel in a degree bound to support my 361doctrine by my example. I laid out very good ground for my line, if I should conclude to take part in the discussion. My father’s Servant, John Kirke came from Quincy with a Note,1 and some Commissions to be executed. My Mother appeared in much better spirits than she had been.2

Tried to take my Walk but the weather was so bad, that I was somewhat disappointed about it. This is bad for to me now, regularity of exercise is of some consequence. After dinner, I read Cicero and accomplished pretty thoroughly what heretofore I had done slightly. The book is very interesting, there is a flow in the style so gentle and natural, the words seem to be placed with such peculiar fitness where they are to stand, that it holds forth a wonderful example for us pigmies to imitate.3 Evening, Corinne with my Wife when we finished the first Volume. After which I read to her from Byron several of his smaller and sweeter pieces. I also read for the first time, the Critique in the Edinburgh Review of the Hours of Idleness,4 which produced his famous Satire of the English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. It is rather harsh, and shows the danger in which Critics often are of undue severity. The Lion may be roused and use his teeth to some purpose. I afterwards went over two thirds of the fourth book of Paradise Lost, and read two Numbers of the Tatler.