The morning was dark and opened with heavy rain. I was consequently detained pleasantly enough until eleven o’clock. But I could not help thinking this one of the evils attending the continuance of the engagement. My spirits were better however than they were a year ago, although still liable to slight returns of dullness, one of
which I had today. There is room for hope though, and as I am so well now in comparison, I am sanguine that I shall again be myself. Returned to town with Horatio Brooks in company. At the Office, found a letter from my Mother, rather dull. Occupied all day as usual. Evening at home reading Percy’s reliques.