Fishing and study have constituted my most general amusements for the last week. Now and then, a sitting to Mr. King, and a letter to Abby which form my varieties of life. And in the evening, Conversation or cards with the family—and strange to say I find great pleasures in this life.

But I am tired of this way of writing my Journal. And I have now another plan. My intention for the summer is to study according to 117 image the following plan. Premising that my rising hour is to be six o’clock, a great change from my old habits.

Immediately after rising, I write the Executive Record until four pages are completed and devote the rest of the time until breakfast to Maltebrun, and his study of Geography. At ten I commence Law and continue until one o’clock. At two I read Miscellany or write letters until four. And from four until five read a Classic. The remainder of the evening to leisure and the family—excepting only that after ten, it is my wish to record nightly how far I have kept my original determination. For after all, this is the only plan by which a journal can be carried on. In order to form a clear view of my proposition I subjoin it in numerals.

I arose shortly after six, wrote my portion of Record for the Morning and read a little of Maltebrun. But for the rest of the day, instead of pursuing my studies, I went fishing with John. We had not much sport. But we took off three boys from the bottom of a boat which had been upset by a squall in the Channel. One white boy and two 118coloured ones. And strange to say, the white one seemed the greatest chicken of the three. He moaned the most and seemed to have shown the least courage for the emergency. Evening, Cards as usual.