Spent the day at home, part of it in giving general directions respecting the disposal of trees, this being the season for transplanting, and part of it in reading the narrative of Ross’s voyage to the Northwest.1 This is the last of the series and is a curious production, it has eloquent passages and yet the general tone is far from good. It detracts from the merits of Parry who certainly deserved his honors, and this in an illiberal ungenerous way which would always displease independent of the mere repining at all things with which the book is full. On the whole, Parry is the prince of navigators. At the same time it is fair to add that there is a very good religious temper so far as his grievances allow, and a general encouragement of correct notions in life. I do little or nothing else now but follow this track and attend to my house affairs. These together are anxiety enough. Evening I now reserve very much to myself. And this enables me to space more easily for other purposes the hours of the day.