Cold day. Time divided as usual. Evening at home.

I have no account to give of my day. Worked with some diligence upon my arrears and also upon the accounts. But the mornings are so 177short as to pass away like nothing. Home where I began Electra in my new edition and read sixty lines thoroughly. I think I make progress in mastering the details of the language. The prepositions and adverbs are the most curious and neglected portion.

After dinner, coins. I propose to labour through these with diligence and steadiness. Evening at home. French and Miss Martineau. A curious mixture of shrewdness and absurdity about her. Crevier and Gibbon. Eliogabalus and his antics.