Very heavy rain this morning with a high Easterly Wind which continued throughout the day. I continued Franklin being unable to prosecute my regular studies on account of my disordered room. Then to the Office where much time was wasted in a long conversation with Mr. Peabody, and a little in writing a political Article upon the late Affair at Washington. But what is the use of this. I will say in excuse for myself that I forgot to bring down my book of regular reading and was thus without employ.

Home, after dinner my study having become fit to enter upon again, I continued the Oration for Plancius which I do extremely admire. The tone is so admirable and the principles it displays are highly valuable. The Story of his return from his Quaestorship is good, and fairly told. Many a man has felt equal mortification and said nothing about it. I did not quite finish it.

Evening, reading Moore’s Life of Byron. Walsh calls it “the Life of a Profligate written by an Accomplice.” Interrupted by Edmund Quincy who staid so late, that I had only a few Minutes, in which however, I finished Franklin’s Journal and my usual numbers of the Spectator.