The morning was fine and the air mild, so that we seemed about to be paid for the tempestuous weather of the preceding week. I pursued Aeschines as usual and then went to the Office where I was busy in reading Montesquieu Analysed. My attention was however not so fixed as I wished. This Author requires constant reflection. I resumed my Elements of Knowledge also.1 Went to the Athenaeum and from thence to Mr. Frothingham’s where I dined in company with Mr. Baury, a Clergyman of Mr. F’s acquaintance in Europe,2 where they were together.

Returned home and though feeling drowsy and stupid from the influence of the Spring, I accomplished some sections. Evening, began reading Parry’s Attempt to reach the North Pole, being the last of the series.3 It was a singular idea and deserved by its boldness to be successful. Finished Captain Ross’s Voyage, the results of which were unimportant and the authority has been destroyed. Spectator as usual.