Fine morning but somewhat colder than it has been. I read a part of the seventh book of the Aeneid before going to the Office, where I was occupied in writing a letter to my Father,1 giving him the necessary information as to my progress in the affair of the Judge’s Estates and the settlement of the whole matter. I then went to the Athenaeum and from there took a walk, the wind blowing very violently made it not so agreeable.

In the Afternoon. After copying my letter, I devoted an hour each to the two languages. Received the unwelcome intelligence that 270Graves had run off, without giving me any notice, leaving the House empty and his partners in a pretty rascally manner.2 I never thought much of that fellow. My next business is to let the House again, and fortunately for me there seems to be some demand.

In the evening, there was a family meeting at Gorham’s,3 where we had a more than usually pleasant time. All parties appeared in a humour to be suited which is not invariably the case. We returned at ten. I read more of Napoleon.