The morning was not by any means such as to merit the character which poets give of
the month. Returned to town with Abby who came in to look at a house which is offered
to her. This looks really like marriage. I intended going to see it myself but was
too late. Read a little law but did not feel perfectly well. After dinner, read Clarendon.
Mr. Fletcher had some conversation with me in which he asked me to contribute to the
American Jurist, a law publication here, a compliment which flattered me though I
felt that I did not deserve it. Evening read the Spectator. My spirits have become
very good again.