After passing the day as usual at the office, Townsend, came spent the evening and supp'd with me. The weather for these
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three or four days past has been excessive cold; but has moderated greatly this evening.
After supper I amused myself an hour or two with writing. And I have been reading two or three of Shakespear's historical plays. I believe I should improve my reading to greater advantage, if I confined myself to one book at a time; but I never can. If a book does not interest me exceedingly it is a task to me to go through it: and I fear for this reason, I shall never get through Gibbon. Indolence, indolence, I fear will be my ruin.