Morning fine but pretty cool reminding us of the approach of Winter. Went to the Office as usual, where I was occupied in making up the Accounts for the Quarter, and in drawing up the several 330distinct Accounts. My Uncle the Judge called in order to obtain his allowance for the Quarter a day in advance. He also brought a letter from my brother John to me in which he advertises the departure of some flour and hams from Georgetown, for me. A present for which I feel much obliged to him.1

A considerable part of my Morning passed in examining some grates and Stoves for two of my rooms which have not fire places. I also attended a sale of some but could not suit myself, though they went very low. The Judge dined with me, a civility I was glad to show him, as he had never dined with me or had any thing of the kind since I have been married. Nothing of any consequence occurred and I went to my Cicero only to turn back and review what I had already read. This is the only way, for one reading of an Author will give very little idea of his meaning, particularly if that Author is in a foreign language. Read Corinne an hour with Abby and afterwards read a part of Mason’s Memoir of Gray the Poet, which is new to me.2 Afterwards, two hours of Logic.