Another very delightful day. I made good progress in Demosthenes, and then went to the Office. My occupations were somewhat interrupted by the applicant for the Tenement in Tremont Street who promises to be somewhat of a bore. Having also engaged with Mr. Peabody to go and see the Marine Railway at the North end of the 47Town, we started at eleven for the purpose. A vessel was upon it, being coppered. The machinery appears simple, being a groove, upon which is drawn a Frame to support the Ship. This frame is drawn by means of Machinery worked by a single horse turning as in a Mill. I should think it a very useful thing and likely to prevent a great deal of strain to the ships in the common mode of repairing their bottoms.1 The weather was warm so that we had a pretty fatiguing walk and I did not finish Cimon though I worked at it.

Afternoon, the Oration for Caelius after finishing that against Vatinius. But study becomes now a little fatiguing. Read a Scene or two of Voltaire’s Orphelin de la Chine.2 Evening, Boswell to my Wife after which finished the Ars Poetica, reviewed. A most admirable little Poem. Two Spectators.