Morning clear and pleasant. I went to the Office after riding into town as customary. My time was taken up in the ordinary way, writing my Diary, and in reading a portion of Puffendorf as abridged in the Bibliotheque d’ un Homme Public.1 But I felt disposed to conversation so I went to make a visit to my old acquaintance T. Davis. Found him alone and had quite a pleasant discourse of an hour and a half. So that I left myself little time remaining. Called to see Mr. Brooks but found him engaged so that I returned directly from town.

Afternoon quietly at home although I must plead guilty to doing very little. My present unsettled state here is the cause of this, and as usual I am forming great plans of study for my return which may or may not be accomplished as it pleases God. One thing however is certain, that only at home can I pursue any thing with that thoroughness which alone gives me any Kind of satisfaction. My Wife was not very well all day. I returned to their places my Grandfathers papers, and read in a very desultory manner from several books. Evening, the family went up to the Judge’s to take Tea and I to pass an hour. Returned with my father but he was very silent. Read Grimm and the Spectator.