Fine day though cool. I remained at home all day, and it was tolerably fortunate that I did, for I found myself unexpectedly quite indisposed. This lasted throughout the day and materially diminished the amount of my labor.

I did effect something nevertheless upon Hutchinson. I find my ideas flow fast enough but they want methodizing. I propose to write all I think of first, then to read Hutchinson’s book carefully over again and digest the material before I begin, in the finish. I wish I had the facility which distinguishes some. Yet I do not know whether I ought to do so.

Several visitors were here, but I did not go in to see them. Afternoon Virgil and Copying, which with a little comparing Journal with my father must account for the time. Evening, Sir Jonah Barrington1 and the Mirror.