Warm and clear. Morning to town. Afternoon taken up by company. Mr. and Mrs. Sidney Brooks to dine and spend the day. My father and Mary to meet them. My mother came in the evening. Of course my day not very productive. Read nothing.

One difficulty which I experience here this year is the revival of the desire for study which makes me feel as time wasted that which I cannot devote to it. I have therefore not attended so much to external exercise as I ought, and find in myself an increasing propensity to give up to indolence of motion. This will not do. The winter is the season for study, and the summer for that kind of relaxation which best prepares it.