Warm but showery. At home. Evening at the house below.

The day was so sultry that it brought on a heavy shower by night attended with a little thunder. I was at home with the exception of a short time passed at the bath, with my boys.

I revised my remarks upon Hamilton’s pamphlet and took them into a new draught. This is rather superfluous labour, I suppose. Texier and a little of Lessing.

After dinner, read the remainder of the third book of the Annals of Tacitus. The merit of this author is in his sketchiness if I may so say. A few words make a picture or qualify a description. Perhaps the best thing of his is the character of Tiberius. A little of Grimm, my progress with whom is very slow. Short visit at the Mansion.