Morning at the Office. Rainy day but warm. Engaged in writing up my old Index which
I intend to supersede all my old Diaries in which there is too much silly matter.
Also read a little Law but without any relish. Afternoon reading Clarendon. Account
of the confinement of the King. Charles had the misfortune to be a weak king with
high notions. He had not character to check his friends, much less his enemies. One
reads the History pitying his situation and despising his advisers excepting a few
who were not always most prized, such as Clarendon himself, Hopton, Capel, Ormond.
Again no letters from home. My father really ought to answer me. I felt very much
disappointed. Passed the evening at Dr. Welsh’s. Conversation with Miss Harriet. I
was rather more cautious.