Morning at the Office and in Court. Heard arguments as usual. Nothing material taking place. In the afternoon, I sent out a Writ, being my first exertion of power. Not as I hope to any bad purpose. I wrote off a case or two from my Notes, but I find it very difficult so perfectly to remember the train of reasoning as to be able to fill them out correctly. I attempted to pursue Adam Smith but could not preserve a continued attention. In the evening, I read some of Pope’s lighter prose works. The evening was beautiful and would have reminded us of Spring, had we not a great body of snow upon the ground.