Morning fine but cool. The change in the weather for the last two or three days has been very decided. I spent the hour of my morning in a quiet way upon my Work which is in its first sketch drawing towards a close. I am resolved to persevere in my labour, and if I do not make it worth offering for publication at least I shall make something that may be profitable to me as an exercise.

Went to the Office and was occupied there as usual, in writing my Journal and Accounts. I read a part of Fenelon’s Dialogue on Eloquence,1 many of the remarks in which bring up ideas frequently expressed by me in the course of my Sunday comments upon our Clergy. I talked with Mr. Peabody and on the whole was not satisfied with my occupation of time. Dined as usual at the Tremont House.

Afternoon, I accomplished the Draught and read it over. Many of the ideas are good but not quite developed enough. Evening, passed very quietly with my Wife. Read an Essay of Bacon upon great place, the doctrine of which may be practically sound, but it is worldly. The Spectator as usual.