Clear morning. At home. Visitors. Evening at the Mansion, where we dined.

The morning was lovely but it clouded before night in such a manner as to signify the last of the summer weather. I have enjoyed it much. Continued my labour in making copies which will now be soon at an end, so far as this collection is concerned. I also read some of Menzel which makes up the usual course of my mornings.

Dined at the house below, after which I read twenty sections of the Essay of Tacitus De Moribus Germanorum, a very curious relic of antiquity respecting a part of the world not much known at that date. Yet the seed of all the great nations of modern times. Tea and evening below. Thunder storm in the night.