Morning at the Office. Occupied in digesting my Notes about the Middlesex Canal, but I was much interrupted. My friend, Mr. Tarbell, brought me a little debt to collect which is the first Act I have performed in the way of my profession. It put me in pretty good spirits. I this day paid Mr. Ward for one quarter’s occupation of my Office, for which I have not yet been reimbursed. After dinner, I spent some time with Abby at Mrs. Frothingham’s, pleasantly enough. A violent snow storm came on so that I remained at the Office only a few minutes and remained at home in the evening. Mr. Tufts1 and Mr. Kinder, an English Agent, came in, with whom I had an argument upon political economy over some very good English Ale.