Went rabbitting up the mountain with my school-friend Tim Leary. The ‘Yew Tree’ looked glorious, its lower parts wrapped in a white mist and the peak glittering in the sun. Sandy and Cora came with us, but we saw no rabbits. After dinner read Goldsmith’s Chinese letters, ‘A Citizen of the World.’ They seem to be of the same style as Addison’s ‘Spectator’. They are extremely amusing, and Goldsmith has some very good raps at the customs and fopperies of his day. Went to Confession and then read till late. Thus ends the last day of this year, and the last page of this diary. Whether or not the writing of the latter is worth my while, dubito potest [can be doubted]. Páp says it is not; but perhaps I will enjoy in later years the reading of my present uninteresting exploits. Till then Adieu!
