Rainy morning with clouds. I went to the Office but did not spend my time to much advantage. Mr. Walsh came in and consumed an hour. I had two or three other interruptions of various sorts from Tenants and persons wishing for Houses. But nothing else particular.

The Account of the closing votes upon the Bank question came and have manifested so determined a spirit in the House of Representatives that nothing is to be done but appeal to the next elections.1 The Country is in a bad way.

Home to dinner. Afternoon, finished the fourth Tusculan of Cicero and read the Arabian Tales. What a life of luxurious idleness mine is. Evening at home, finished Manoeuvring and read German.