Morning at the Office, occupied much as usual, in writing and reading the law of Evidence. Little or nothing occurred to interrupt my regular avocations. In the afternoon, engaged with Clarendon in exile. The day passed satisfactorily on the whole, and I was again encouraged by having a little case to undertake. The melancholy of last month and the bustle of moving put my law for a time out of my head, and even now Clients seem to me not likely to come. Evening, walk in the rain. No letters, which makes me more distrust the information of the other day.