Another warm day with another thunder shower and very heavy rain. I went to the Office, after examining a considerable number of the coins given me by my father. There I was engaged in writing Diary and Accounts. Called to see Mr. Hallett but he is out as usual. Found nobody. This process of printing is mighty slow. And if I do not hurry it will never stop. Called to see Mr. Brooks for a few minutes, and then home. Read a little of the second satire of Juvenal over.

The afternoon was passed much in my usual manner. I read a little of Mons. Thier’s Account of the Revolution and sat down to continue my Papers but the fifth number gives me far more trouble than all the rest put together. I worked to put it into shape both afternoon and evening but without satisfying myself. I went out in the evening by way of a little agreeable variety and took a short walk round the Common full of people.