I find my mornings much shortened from a lazy practice I have of remaining over the fire at my House dipping into the Newspaper. Today my stay was to superintend the putting up at last of the Curtains.
At the office, finally where I was busy as usual in Accounts. My receipts come in very slowly, but I busy myself paying off my debts as fast as I can. Walk.
Afternoon quietly at home. Read Bacon, and in the evening began a Letter to my Father. The last act of the Play is now performing, and I am to describe its close. In a few days, we shall know what the effect of the series of events of the last year will be. I endeavour in my communications to my father to be perfectly impartial, to keep him informed of the true state of things here and to guard him as well against the measures of his friends as those of his enemies.