Morning cloudy with a warm Southerly Wind and threatening rain. I continued reading the Voyage of Kotzebue. How different from the coolness and perseverance of Parry. The former though on the whole not an unskilful Navigator, yet possessing little of the dignity and scientific ability of the latter. His expedition to the North West commencing very favourably seems to have been left off for no reason at the very time when it is best to try it. And his voyage was conducted rather at haphazard to discover a few little contemptible Coral Rocks in the Pacific than any settlement of interesting philosophical questions.

At the Office where I finished the review of Mr. Lockes Treatise. This contains much deep reflection, it developes many truths which I believe to be sound, but it mixes with them much that seems theoretical and several things positively false. I also resumed my old task of writing out the sayings of the Wise Men.1 Took a walk to the Athenaeum.

Afternoon, finished the Orations against Rullus, of which I have already said enough and began that for Rabirius. My spirits were depressed, and I did not study with my usual zeal. Evening, Captain Parry, Kotzebue, and the Spectator.