In the forenoon Mr Carman called on me and we walked down to Halland to talk with Mr Walls concerning his rent, but did not stay. I dined on some salt fish, egg sauce, parsnips and potatoes. At home all the afternoon, and very little to do. In the evening read part of Homer’s Odyssey, translated by Pope, which I like very well, the language being vastly good and the turn of thought and expression beautiful.
Sam Jenner coming in the evening sat with my brother and me some time. The widow Page made me a present today of a fine wild duck.