Cloudy and unpleasant. I have been obliged to record this exceedingly often of late. I read a little more of the Life of Vasari, but it being nothing but a mere record of his work, I concluded to drop it, and begin the Life of Michael Angelo. It is necessary in learning a language to have interest enough in the book which you read to take off the tedium of looking for the meaning of words, and to aid a search for the construction.

Went to the Office. Read a little of Gibbon, but passed more of my time in reading Newspapers, a business as unprofitable as it is distracting. Took quite a long walk with Mr. Peabody and upon returning home found Miss Smith who dined and passed the day with my Wife. This latter received a letter from my Mother mentioning an intention of coming on in a few days.1 I do not place any very great reliance upon what she intends, because I know how frequently they alter their plans. But I hope they will persevere in their designs this time.

Afternoon, read Sismondi, but my study was so chilly that I did not progress fast or pleasantly. Besides, the French History at least in the account of the first Dinasty is dull. Continued my Catalogue of Library. Evening walked home with Miss Smith to Mr. J. H. Foster’s. Read a part of Sismondi’s Novel of Julia Severa,2 a kind of relaxation from his labours upon graver works. It wants vivacity. The tone is too much the staid and cold one of narrative which a historian adopts. The story is one of the era of Clovis. Read a part of Paley who merely condenses Lardner,3 though in a very satisfactory manner.