Cloudy with snow. Morning as usual. Dine at Mr. Brooks’. Evening at home.

Continued my labour at the Office in reading Burr all the morning and made some progress. I think I shall yet screw something useful out of this dissipated winter.

Home, to read Electra and then to Mr. Brooks’ house to dine in company with Dr. David Gorham, a nephew of his settled in Exeter as a physician, whom I recollect at Cambridge graduating in the year that 183I entered. He has much of the manner of that family and some of the face.1 Home to tea and quiet evening. Records nowadays insignificant.