Cloudy with occasional showers of rain throughout the day. I went to the Office and was somewhat more busy than usual in Accounts as it was the day for renewing a certain Note about which I had been anxious, inasmuch as almost all security is at this time very unsaleable. Having finished the transaction with Mr. Degrand, the agent through whom it was done entirely to my satisfaction, and waited in vain for a tenant or two, I returned home and read Homer. My spirits somewhat better than they have been, although still not steady from the weight of this my building undertaking.

Afternoon, Burnet, which I resumed after some little interval and that not vigorously. Agathon which is philosophical but I did not touch Plutarch. Greek is certainly a difficult language to be master of because it has hardly any fixed rule of construction or limit to the signification of words. I go on slowly. Evening Moore’s Life of Byron which continues to amuse us, and Notre Dame which goes on increasing in interest.