Snow had fallen to a greater depth than at any time this winter. Heavy return to town in a Chaise. Letters from both my Parents, one from my father enclosing a letter of introduction to Mr. Middleton for Henry Brooks.
1 I imagine it was barely in time as the wind had changed. One from my Mother in tolerable spirits. Morning, Blackstone. Afternoon, Hutchinson. Walk and Moot Court, short argument. Return home, and drank a glass of Champagne with General Boyd
2 to John’s success.