Morning at the Office. Occupied in reading Law much as usual. Indeed my life now begins to assume that decided sameness which makes a Journal matter of very little interest to any of us. We are occupied most and therefore have least to say. But I find on the whole that my present mode of life is more productive of satisfaction to me than that last year, and I again begin to take that calm interest in literature and elegant subjects which more vivid feelings have so long interrupted. Pleasant visions too are indulged to me, which may or may not be realized, but I do not hesitate to indulge them as they serve to keep me satisfied with myself and to soften that rugged steep which the Poet pronounces so hard to climb.