Fine day. At home. Ride. Evening, visit from E. Quincy and Mr. Parker.

This day was passed very quietly at home. Read the Correspondence of the Revolution, being that of Izard, Laurens and the commencement of Franklin’s. Also Texier, but my German does not flourish from the want of a text book. So I went over the Life of Alcibiades in Plutarch. How much in that biography as indeed in all those of that writer.

Read after dinner only ten sections of the twelfth book of the Annals of Tacitus, as I went to ride accompanied by my father round Milton Hill. The Country looks very beautifully. Evening at home. Edmund Quincy and his Wife’s brother, Mr. parker came in and passed an hour. The former appears much better.