Morning passed at home. Little or nothing material occurring. I received a letter
this morning from Mr. Brooks most unexpectedly, but it contained little of interest.
It made me for a moment regret my having sent this letter yesterday, but on reflection,
it seems to me lucky as I should perhaps have been a little diverted from my original
purpose. Now, the die is cast. I read some of Burke, played Billiards with Thomas,
and went down to Mr. Frye’s with Thomas and John to dine. We had a pleasant time and
spent the evening playing Whist.