Morning at the Office, engaged in writing and also reading a little of Starkie on
the law of Evidence. The weather cold and unpleasant. In the afternoon, reading Clarendon
in which I am not so much interested in this portion, but on the whole it is a noble
history. There is a high strain of eloquence, and of just feeling moving through it
that makes one regret that he was not able to direct more fully the distracted councils
of the king. In the evening I remained at home through idleness.