Morning bright and pleasant. Mr. W. Spear according to agreement called upon me and we went together to view the premises owned by my father at Penn’s hill. The houses are old and the barns decayed. The difficulty is to know how and where to begin. After examining them I gave Mr. Spear authority to have a certain amount done, and we returned. There was pleasure however in the air and the verdure which the frequent rains have suffered to continue almost as it was in Spring.

I got home and read Juvenal, sixth satire. There is too much coarseness in his satire. His view of women is horrible—The sketch of Messalina too disgusting to think of.

The morning Mail brought my last Article,1 but most horribly mangled by the Printers. This is the most provoking of all things. I was busy assorting Papers of my Grandfather. Afternoon somewhat wasted. Got into a train of investigation about the Russian Coinage2 which ended in nothing but taking up time. Evening at home.