Morning cloudy and cold with rain. Isaac Hull left us this morning. On the whole I cannot say that I experienced any great regret. I asked him to stay with me from the best motives. I hope that he has received benefit from his time. I cannot help thinking however that he could have done more. Continued my Catalogue.

Then to the Office where I worked on my Diary and finished the ninth volume of Gibbon. This work from it’s great length drags considerably. I finished the Account of the Conquests of the Saracens today. It is drawn up with great labour, evidently intended to counterbalance the influence of the argument drawn from the progress of the Christian Religion. But the cases are wholly dissimilar.

Returned home. The Child is still quite sick and gives us anxiety. I continued working upon my Catalogue all the afternoon and evening. The house seemed cheerless, and my spirits were much depressed.