Morning the same kind of cloudy weather we have had for some time back. I went to the Office and was engaged for some time in Accounts, then called upon Mr. Hallett and had another conversation with him, which ended in his bringing out a Memorial. I have been all along surprised at the singular mode of proceeding he has adopted, and today I found out the secret. My being put at the head of the Committee was an unexpected stroke to him as he intended to draw up the Memorial, from the first. The delays are accounted for as my Draught embarrassed him. It now turns out, that the Committee has met without notifying me and adopted his and rejected my draught which in its present shape was never intended to be submitted to the Committee. I am not a little mortified at the position in which I have been in spite of myself placed. Nevertheless I must take it as the first lesson of my political experiences. I took a walk. In the Afternoon, looked over his draught, made some alterations and sent them back with a letter to Mr. Hallett.1 Evening at home. Tom Jones, and finished the letter to my father.