Warm day. At home, bath. Work as usual, evening at the Mansion.

I devoted myself to the usual train of occupations, with the exception of an hour for the bath to which I went with my father. I copied two or three letters and read Storch who is a very clear and sensible writer, but my programme is a pretty extensive one and I must shortly begin to devote more time to it than I do if I expect to fill it up well. This copying too can not be postponed a great while.

Afternoon, twenty sections of the sixteenth book of the Annals, and a little of Grimm. An hour at the Mansion in the evening.