Beautiful day. At home. Time passed as usual. Ride. Evening at my father’s and Mrs. Adams’.

I cannot give much variety to my present record. My mornings are usually spent in copying or writing or reading Menzel all three of which I did a little of, but I clearly see that if any thing is to be done by me I must bend my whole force to it.

After dinner read twenty sections of the second book of Tacitus History and went out to take a ride accompanied by my son John. I followed the old track round Milton which is beautiful. The storm has done much damage, and is said to be more severe than has been for many years.

On my return home found Miss Harriet Welsh who had come out of town in company with Mr. and Mrs. De Wint. I went to see the latter in the evening at Mrs. T. B. Adams’, returning home by way of my father’s.