Wrote a letter to my father as usual. No news from George yet. Took a little medicine this morning. I do not know whether I need it or not but I am a little hypochondriac and do it to raise my spirits. Finished the subject of real actions. Afternoon, at my room. Copied some Executive Record. Commenced Novanglus and Massachuttisensis1
and in the evening Voltaire’s Louis 14th. On the whole better content with myself than usual.