Heavy rain with a cold Easterly wind. I read a Canto of the Faerie Queen and finding myself embarrassed with the rapid accumulation of Pamphlets set about an arrangement. Met with a difficulty in distinguishing which were new and which were duplicates of those already bound. Set about a Catalogue at once and before the labour becomes intolerable.
Office. Diary and Accounts. Comparative condition of property now and last year, very satisfactory. Called in to see Edward Brooks and inquire how his father was. He met with a slight accident the other day, which was of no consequence. Conversation upon his situation in which I took occasion to explain the reasons why I could not go to Medford. He wondered I could remain there so long. I lost my hour for Juvenal and got home just in time for dinner.
Afternoon cold. I read a little of Duclos but went to work to get rid of this Pamphlet Catalogue. In the evening, read the remainder of the Veiled Prophet. It loses by repetition. There is a falseness of taste at its foundation which destroys it. Continued Wilhelm Meister which I now read with great ease.