I have at length recovered my usual tone, and have been able this day to attend to
business with as much satisfaction as common. Stedman came back from Portsmouth this
afternoon: in the evening I carried a packet of letters to his lodgings, for Cambridge.
I began to copy off, not a small volume, of forms for declarations.1
This is a piece of drudgery, which certainly does not carry its reward with it. But
it is a necessary piece of work, for which reason I think the sooner it is finished,
the better. I was in hopes before I came here, that I should have time for reading
books of entertainment: but after passing eight hours a day in the office, and spending
four more in writing minutes, and forms at home, I am not husband of time sufficient
to set any more apart for any kind of mental application, and indeed if for three
years I can proceed with as much industry, as I have done since I entered the office,
the de——l [devil?]
will be to pay, if I have not some stock of law. Health is all I shall ask.