Fine day. Time distributed as usual. Evening at home.

We arose early in case of being called to go to Cambridge as I had agreed to fill a vacant place but the contingency did not happen so I devoted the time to medals.

Office as usual. Nothing very new. As the period approaches for going to New York I feel more and more disinclined to go. After all what is popular applause in this country but an ignis fatuus which will mislead us forever from the true point of selfcontent.

Home to read Oedipus Coloneus which I find I did not read very thoroughly before. It is however a fine play and if to be considered as the production of extreme old age is wonderful. For my afternoons I have taken a lazy fit and indulge in miscellanies. I cannot even screw myself up to finishing the commentaries of the Message. Evening Walpole.