Fine day. I concluded to remain very quietly at home as it was likely 320to be warm. I returned to the study of Thucydides which my late work had put a stop to. Continued the first book but I find I must not wear out my patience upon him as it only serves to retard my progress from understanding him less.

I attempted to do a little also towards methodizing rather more the Papers of my Grandfather. I came across many very curious and interesting letters in the process. It is much to be wished that these were put into a condition more likely to be durable. Yet my father’s inclinations and occupations lead him in any direction rather than in this.

Took a bath. The water was cold. I find this to be occasioned by the comparative state of the atmosphere. Afternoon, occupied in reading Seneca’s third book upon anger. A world of good advice upon the means of checking it. Took a ride with my Wife and quiet evening. My brother’s child being quite sick creates some uneasiness.1 Otherwise pretty comfortable.