A pleasant morning. I read Wallenstein which is a charming production. The two Piccolomini I think are admirable. Of Wallenstein I cannot say quite so much. He seems to be a weak man, dabbling in plots yet without courage to execute them, and studying the Stars 85while the men about him are all to be watched. Yet the play is historical and the actual fact of want of success must be woven into the plan. Thecla is a fine picture.

Office. Writing upon my work. I find my ideas easily develope although perhaps I do not draw them out as fully as they require. Walk. Read a part of the Commentaries on the Fasti which appear to me to be learned and dull. Afternoon, Grimm, whose record for 1784 I finished. Very entertaining. His account of the reception of Beaumarchais Noces de Figaro excellent and the biting satire upon it. This man was a wonder. Evening, read aloud to Mr. Brooks the Sermon of Dr. Wainwright before the Legislature. He goes to the bottom of nothing. But some of his detached ideas are sound and well put.1