Heavy showers with wind from the southward— Remained very quiet at home, in the small library that belongs to this house, which contains some curious and rare books. Among others, the fourth edition of Shakespeare’s plays, published in 1685. This contains even pieces attached to the end, which certainly have none of the Author’s flavor or force. After my other work was done. I read the London Prodigal, and about half of the Puritan, or the Widow of Watling Street. Both of them worthless enough, but the second with more point than the first. The quiet of this day reminded me of those which I enjoyed a year ago at St Leonard’s. After luncheon, in spite of the showers, I went out and took a walk over Castle bar Hill and by a long and rather muddy private way round to the Harrow road and so back. Miss Sturgis left us to return to her father. Evening, read Pepys again, in continuation.