Morning mild and tolerably pleasant. I went to the Office as usual and was engaged in my avocations, writing and reading all the morning. Nothing of any particular importance occurred, and after sending out some accounts which are due to the Estate of my Father here, I sat down to reflect upon what I might be called to say at the Meeting of the Debating Society this week, as I had in some measure pledged myself to reply. I proceeded not far when I was reminded to take a walk. But this was half prevented by meeting with the publication of Mr. Calhoun’s Pamphlet—Where I read several of the letters with some interest. It is however a poor concern on the whole.1 A short walk and return home.

Afternoon, Began the next Oration against Verres and accomplished thirty Sections. It is easier and much more pleasant than the preceding though still nothing but an account of Robbery and Rapine. Such a Scoundrel never was seen on the face of the Earth. The Account must be exaggerated.

Evening quiet at home. Mr. Edmund Quincy came in and passed a couple of hours after which I continued with the Greek Grammar and the Tatler.