The stiffness of my shoulder is gradually disappearing. Morning occupied as usual
in conversation with my Mother. She seems much better than on Monday and I now hope
will rapidly recover. My way of life will probably have but little of interest for
some time, as I live here in a regular course of doing nothing. This rather displeases
me as I can not yet bring down my mind to a life of nothingness. In the afternoon
I read a portion of Burke, consisting of his Vindication of Natural Society in the
manner of Bolingbroke. He succeeds tolerably well, though sometimes he almost caricatures.
Took a short walk, and was struck with the appearance of the City. Feeling now little
or no interest in the place, it seems to me more like the description which travelers
give of it than it ever did before. The general indolent character of the population
had often struck me, but never so much as now when I am habituated to a system of
life so totally different. Indeed this year has made some strange changes in my character
and disposition. I feel them more since I have had occasion to adapt them to our state
of society at home. As the freshness of meeting wears off, it will become more strongly
perceptible. Evening at home with my Mother.