A very mild, pleasant day. I had so little to do that I was out in the streets doing small commissions. Among other things I purchased for a trifle a fair edition of Terence, and refreshed my recollections of the Andria by reading those acts of it. Many years have passed since I last read it, but it came up with more of a conception of its comedy than ever. We had to dinner a young gentleman by the name of Pakenham, who brought a letter from his partner, Mr Hooker at Rome. Mr Henry T Parker and Mr R D Tucker were likewise with us. I asked two or three more persons but they could not come.