Cloudy and cold. Office. Distribution as usual. Evening at home.

The day was cheerless. I was at the Office engaged in making up the arrears of my Diary and in bringing up the small business of the Office 337which has got behind hand. Nothing new of material consequence. Home to read Hecuba.

After dinner, Bancroft. He certainly has taken a great deal of pains in investigating the truth and although I feel some distrust of his conclusions, yet I cannot help admiring his industry. Evening at home, reading Nicholas Nickleby and afterwards on with the Lecture.