Clear day but cold. I generally spend an hour of my morning in making a catalogue of my new coins. Went to Market and from thence to the Office where I passed some time in accounts.

Received a revised proof of my pamphlet and Mr. Walsh coming in I asked him to listen to it which he did and commented more on the style than the matter. I do not know how it is but I feel uneasy about this as I never felt before. And Mr. Walsh was so subdued in his tone as to add to my distrust. There is a prodigious delay too in getting it out.

Home. Herodotus. Afternoon, Crantz and a little of Potter’s Antiquities.1 My studies are a little too miscellaneous at present. Evening, reading to my Wife Lockhart’s Life of Scott, but the children were uneasy and I broke off early. They have all the Whooping Cough. Writing Diary.