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 Massachuttisensis
1 and in the evening Voltaire’s Louis 14th. On the whole better content with myself than usual.