Morning clear and fine but a North Wester sprung up that made it pretty cool. After breakfast, I thought I would go down and fish. The sport was fine for about an hour and a half. I caught thirty and returned home quite satisfied.

Afternoon, finished the remainder of the thirteenth book of the Letters to Atticus. But it was so cold in the Office as to make staying there quite uncomfortable. Every thing now strongly reminds me that I ought to be at home. Yet I know my Wife will feel so badly at being left upon her own resources, that I do not like to press her going. Nothing of any consequence during the day. Read Bacon’s Essay on building and in the Evening Mr. Beale and his daughter spent the evening. I resumed Gillies and read the Spectator.