Morning cold again and perhaps more trying to the feelings from the change we experienced yesterday. I went to the Office as usual and was occupied with my books and Papers, with a visit to Mr. Peabody and Enfield. The time flew much as usual. I received a letter from my father written in my Mother’s handwriting from the first half page1 It was in tolerable spirits, and in a pretty good natured tone considering how I wrote to him. I believe I am pretty impudent.2

Mr. Horatio Brooks and Miss Abby Adams were with us at dinner, after which I sat up in my study as usual and read part of the Oration against Verres upon the supplies. Interrupted by Dr. Tuckerman upon that odious business. He came to see if he could not induce me to pay the sum but I would not do it. I told him precisely how I was situated, and gave him some information about the case which he had not had before. He left me saying that the matter of the reference was not settled yet as Mr. Pickering hesitated about accepting.

Evening we went together to the Theatre, Mr. Angier’s attending Miss Adams. The performance was Romeo and Juliet with a silly afterpiece.3 I was much more astonished at Master Burke’s performance of Romeo than that of Shylock. It certainly was wonderful. The Theatre was full but very few acquaintances. Returned late, I read the Tatler.