Morning heavy rain. I went to the Office. Began a book of Wieland’s but did not like it’s tone and character and gave it up. It appears to me 65rather too light. My time at the Office was taken up in writing. Began something upon the subject of education which I propose to pursue for a little while and see if I can make anything of it.1 I will not be absolutely idle even if I produce nothing of consequence. I will keep my hand exercised in the important business of writing and what is more will try to write as well as I can. This will not be amiss at sometime or other. The great means of attaining style is the practice.

I did not walk today on account of the rain. Afternoon finished looking over the letters of the Bankers and put them together in order. They in connection with the orders from the Treasury will form a volume. Read more of Beckford. A book of little substance. Evening, d’Israeli and an Essay of Clarendon, he does not shine much in this department. I felt better today. Wrote a letter to my Mother.2