Morning clear as usual but cold. I made great progress in Virgil, concluding the tenth book. There is a charm about his Poetry which I never felt before, a pathos in the expressions and a polish in the thought which is passed over by boys always with no more feeling than if it was not there. It is a great mistake I think to submit such things to be hammered over in such a way until return to them at a future moment is disgusting from the Associations it brings up.

At the Office. Did very little. Paid for Stock. Drew the remainder of my Dividends, and before I went to dinner, having settled with Farrar, I found myself more totally denuded of money than I ever recollect being since I have had the care of any.

Returned home and passed the Afternoon in my usual studies which went on very easy. A person called with a request from Miss Longhurst which I propose answering tomorrow. Quiet evening at home. I omitted reading Paley.