But I do expect with impatience your journal. Ten minutes
every evening I demand; if you should choose to make it twenty, I
shall be the better pleased. You are to note the occurrences of the
day as concisely as you can; and, at your pleasure, to add any short
reflections or remarks that may arise. On the other leaf I give you a
sample of the manner of your journal for one day.
18th December,
I began this letter at the date which you see, being Monday last--was
interrupted, and the mail closed. Yesterday I was confined with a
severe headache, owing, I believe, to a change from an active to a
sedentary life without a corresponding change in diet.
A week and more has elapsed since I left home, and not a line from
you; not even the Sunday letter. Observe, that the journal is to be
sent to me enclosed in a letter every Monday morning.
_Plan of the Journal._
16th December, 1793.
Learned 230 lines, which finished Horace. Heigh-ho for Terence and the
Greek grammar to-morrow.
Practised two hours less thirty-five minutes, which I begged off.
Hewlett (dancing-master) did not come.
Began Gibbon last evening. I find he requires as much study and
attention as Horace; so I shall not rank the reading of _him_ among
amusements.
Skated an hour; fell twenty times, and find the advantage of a hard
head and
Ma better--dined with us at table, and is still sitting up and free
from pain.
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