Dusty. Office as usual. I brought down a volume of Jefferson’s Memorials to read but did not open the book. I had several Commissions in different places which took up my attention. Waste. Waste. Shall I ever do any thing more? Walk with Edm. Quincy who for a wonder talked politics. There must be something of an excitement to do this.
Home. Afternoon, Benjamin Constant upon Religion. A great deal of good with some questionable matter. But the style makes the reading a charm. Began the Phormio of Terence, the last of his six plays. I have gone through them fast. Read a speech of Lord Castlereagh in a volume of British Pamphlets, my Wife being out at tea. Evening quiet. Went down to Mrs. Carter’s for my Wife at eight, Miss Julia Gorham and her brother Gardner. Returned at ten.