The morning was not by any means such as to merit the character which poets give of the month. Returned to town with Abby who came in to look at a house which is offered to her. This looks really like marriage. I intended going to see it myself but was too late. Read a little law but did not feel perfectly well. After dinner, read Clarendon. Mr. Fletcher had some conversation with me in which he asked me to contribute to the American Jurist, a law publication here, a compliment which flattered me though I felt that I did not deserve it. Evening read the Spectator. My spirits have become very good again.