Cloudy and chill. Distribution as usual. Evening at home. Mr. Brooks.

Office as usual. Nothing to record. The days follow each other with great uniformity. I did a little in the way of filling up Leases but rather neglected occupation. The December number of Hunt’s Magazine contains my article on the currency which I think pretty good.1 Home to study Hecuba. After dinner continued Bancroft. I do not like to take the trouble of comparison but it ought to be done by somebody.

Evening, I read a little of Frank2 to the children and after they had gone to bed, Nicholas Nickleby to my Wife. This is very well written and shows much genius in the Author. But what is fame in these days when this great sum of labour is spent for the mere gratification of a few careless readers of a monthly periodical? Afterwards, working on my Lecture which goes on slowly.