The day damp with fog, but it cleared away at night and a beautiful moonlight evening. I remained at home and passed time much in my usual way, partly at the house, partly in inspecting Kirke’s work on the road which he follows up diligently. It now remains to attend to the details of the place, the grounds about it &c.

I read today an hundred lines of Homer including the celebrated passage of the meeting of Hector and Andromache. It is life at any day. Afternoon, read Lessing and Humboldt’s New Spain. The ladies went into town to take tea and did not come out until late. I walked with the children to the house, and afterwards played Loto with them.