“_Thursday._--Breakfasted at the Cross, and walked all the morning about Oxford with my Lions--terrible flat work--Lions very troublesome--asked an hundred and fifty silly questions about every thing they saw. Wanted me to explain the Latin inscriptions on the monuments in Christ Church Chapel!--Wanted to know how we spent our time!--forced to give answers as well as I could. Four, forced to give them a dinner and, what was worse, to sit with them till six, when I told them I was engaged for the rest of the evening, and sent them about their business--seven, dropped in at Careless’s rooms, found him with a large party, all pretty much _cut_--thought it was a good time to sell him Sedley’s mare, but he was not quite drunk enough--made a bet with him that I trotted my poney from Benson to Oxford within the hour--sure of winning, for I did it the other day in fifty minutes. “_Friday._--Got up early and rode the poney a foot pace over to Benson to breakfast--Old Shrub breaks fast--told him of the bet and showed him the poney--shook his head and looked cunning when he heard of it--good sign--after breakfast rode the race, and won easy, but could not get any money; forced to take Careless’s draught; daresay its not worth two pence; great fool to bet with him. Twelve till three, lounged at the stable, and cut my horse’s tail--eat soup at Sadler’s--walked down the High Street--met Rackett, who wanted me to dine with him, but could not because I was engaged to Sagely--three, dinner at Sagely’s--very bad--dined, in a cold hall, and could get nothing to eat--wine new--a bad fire--tea-kettle put on at five o’clock--played at Whist for sixpences, and no bets--thought I should have gone to sleep--terrible work dining with a studious man--eleven, went to bed out of spirits. “_Saturday._--Ten, breakfast--attempted to read _The Loiterer_; but it was too stupid; flung it down and took up ‘Bartlett’s Farriery’--had not read two pages before a dun came, told him I should have some money soon--would not be gone--offered him brandy--was sulky, and would not have any--saw he was going to be _savage_, so kicked him downstairs to prevent his being impertinent. Thought perhaps I might have more of them, so went to lounge at the stables--poney got a bad cough--and the black horse thrown out two splints--went back to my room in an ill-humour--found a letter from my father, no money and a great deal of advice--wants to know how my last quarter’s allowance went--how the devil should I know?--he knows I keep no accounts--do think fathers are the greatest _Bores_ in nature. Very low-spirited and flat all the morning--some thought of reforming, but luckily Careless came in to beg me to meet our party at his rooms, so altered my mind, dined with him, and by nine in the evening was very happy.”