Day fine. Morning to town. Afternoon work. Evening at the Mansion.

I went to town and passed the greater part of my morning in making up the necessary accounts for the first of next month, but did not succeed in bringing them out right upon a first attempt. This is fatiguing and reminds me of last year.

Home as usual. Lucan 10. 81–320, Caesar and Cleopatra. Much poetical vigour but the poem appears drawing out so far that perhaps it is no great pity it is fragmentary. Work for an hour.

Received from Mr. Freeman Hunt a copy of the Sheets of my Article in his July number.1 It is very correctly printed. Evening at the Mansion.