I had one of my unpleasant headachs today. Thinking it arose from indigestion I thought I would walk it off, but I found this only made the matter worse. My day was wasted. In the Afternoon, however I took a little Carbonate of Soda and it cured me which makes me see at once my complaint is an acid stomach.

I read the Arabian Tales which are too fascinating for me to leave off and Cicero’s fifth Tusculan that wisdom is happiness. A dispute of words, which would be remedied by a definition. Now, is it possible for me to say that I feel perfectly happy with a headach such as I had this morning? Let my moral qualities, my virtues and merits be what they may, there is the physical evil which prevents enjoyment.

Quiet evening at home, being unable to procure tickets for Miss Kembles farewell benefit which took place this night. Began Miss Edgeworth’s Belinda which is the most sprightly of her works. German.