Morning at the Office. Rainy day but warm. Engaged in writing up my old Index which I intend to supersede all my old Diaries in which there is too much silly matter. Also read a little Law but without any relish. Afternoon reading Clarendon. Account of the confinement of the King. Charles had the misfortune to be a weak king with high notions. He had not character to check his friends, much less his enemies. One reads the History pitying his situation and despising his advisers excepting a few who were not always most prized, such as Clarendon himself, Hopton, Capel, Ormond. Again no letters from home. My father really ought to answer me. I felt very much disappointed. Passed the evening at Dr. Welsh’s. Conversation with Miss Harriet. I was rather more cautious.