A fine day. The wind drawing aft and the sea smooth so that in all felt quite comfortable. Little of incident however on board. I completed the volume of Macaulay which is fragmentary in the last chapter, intended to have been complete with the death of William. Like all other Whig historians he paints this monarch as a hero, and even goes farther than most of them in softening the hard lines of his domestic character. I was sorry to finish the book, for with many marked defects as a historical write, he has superior excellencies, which place him in the first rank as an English classic. Our company on board is growing more sociable, so that in the evening, the young people sat late on deck singing glees, and catches, thus much relieving the monotony. We made very good progress.