Another heavy rain. At Office. One hour before dinner devoted to Greek as customary in town. Afternoon, reading and evening, writing.

This succession of rainy weather prevents any thing like agreeable motion even when it becomes occasionally fair. I had intended going to Quincy but was obliged to remain and work at the Office upon accounts as usual.

I today began my Greek studies for the winter with the Alcestis of Euripides. Also Swift’s Table of a Tub. Evening at home reading aloud one of the Waverley Novels and then writing upon my papers.