Wednesday. July 27th.
Dear Bummy & I are quite good friends now! Could we ever be otherwise? Not in heart. This is Henry’s birthday, & a holiday;[1] & it ought to be a very studious day with me—but I am without energies this morning. I have however finished the second book of Marcus Antoninus, & begun the third. Heard from Mrs. Boyd who proposed my going to Malvern on Saturday.
1. His 13th.
