Morning at the Office. Received another letter from my Mother somewhat longer but as I think rather more depressed. She seems much affected by this affair. Read law and had conversation with George who entertained very erroneous impressions upon that subject which might one day lead him I fear to a similar miserable resolution if thrown in the way of it.1 Afternoon, Clarendon. Another of our family at Avon Place taken down with the Scarlet Fever and carried out of town. I felt as if I was to be the next, and my spirits were dull. Evening, the Spectator.