I remained at home all day and pursued my usual occupations with tolerable industry. Read a little of Horace and was pleased at the acquisition which I made of Gesner’s edition yesterday. The notes are not so long as those of Dacier and Sanadon while they contain quite important matter. I finished the second volume of Neale, and am at present somewhat in doubt whether to go on with it or not. I also pursued my reading of Tudor with interest. He has embodied many of the anecdotes of the Revolution, which without him, would probably have perished. And his Judgment upon facts is generally sound. His sketch of Franklin is a very good though perhaps rather a favourable one. He touches the points of his character which are weak tenderly. Perhaps this is due to a man whose services have been so great as to compensate for his faults. But Mr. Sparks at the present day is attempting far more than this. He is for setting up Franklin at the expense of every body else.1 Afternoon, finished the second volume of St. John which is dull enough and read one or two Articles in the North American Review. Evening in my Mother’s room. Conversation. Observer.