I remained at home all day—My father going to Cambridge to the exercises of the ΦBK. My day was not very usefully spent. Arranged and put away the Manuscripts as far as I had gone with them, then read German, the Story of the Halden Family becomes so interesting that I pursue it whenever I take it up. La Fontaine’s style is now easy 375but I cannot read any body else’s. This is a difficulty greater in German than in any other language apparently. I pursued my usual study of Ovid. This is my beggarly account of my summer exploits. I do nothing but luxuriate in the indulgence of reading. Evening, Cards. Interrupted by a visit from Mr. and Miss Beale, Mr. and Mrs. Emmons.