Morning fine. My present time of rising is with the Sun, and on the whole I think this is the season in which I most enjoy my health. The weather is clear, cool and bracing. I work an hour after breakfast upon my Catalogue, then to the Office, where I employ myself as fully as I can in reading and writing with Accounts. This day I finished Hutchinson’s second Volume most of which I have not read as well as I ought to have done. It is a valuable work, but exceedingly dry and difficult to pursue—The great simplicity of the style making it too even to prevent baldness. After dinner continued my attack upon Cicero. I find the large Oxford edition not quite so correct as I had anticipated. The Treatise de Inventione has much difficulty in it from the technical words of the Science which it is difficult clearly to transfer from one science to the other. I am also labouring upon the Port Royal Latin Grammar.1 Read Corinne for an hour with Abby and finished the Article in the North American upon Moore’s Life of Byron. It has many good points about it but has not vis enough. Passed two hours afterwards upon Hedge’s and the Oxford Elements of Logic, which need more and more examination.