My Wife was again not so well this morning having had a bad night. She seems rather disposed to magnify her own evils, and that almost without any exercise of will. I regret it but trust firmly in the providence of God. I went to the Office where I had some accounts to make up but otherwise did perhaps too little. I always regret my mornings. Home to read Sophocles. Afternoon engaged upon the coins which I pursued very assiduously, but there are many rather provoking ones. Evening quietly at home. Poggiana and Potter’s Archaeology.