Clouds but it afterwards cleared. At home all day. Time as usual.

I devoted my morning to the continuation of Tucker and the review. I am by degrees hammering out the thing into shape but as yet with no great energy. I believe there never was a man who worked so much to so little purpose. Yet courage does not fail me hitherto. As long as I am blessed at home, literary occupation is no more than a healthy amusement.

Read the beginning of Lessing’s play of Nathan the Wise. After dinner finished the third book of Lucan’s Pharsalia, and continued working upon Grimm who is a kind of standby.

Walk with my father to see Mr. Whitney and from thence to Mrs. T. B. Adams where the family were spending the evening.