The morning was cold and clear. We returned to town, though rather late. I went directly to the Office where I received a notice that the President of the Mutual Office had declined responsibility for the building while the repairs were going on. I accordingly went down to see him, and conversed with him upon the subject. The result is that I must hurry the changes as much as possible, for while they are in this condition, the responsibility upon me will be prodigious. I had several applications for the Houses on Tremont Street and went down to see what opinion to form of them. After some thinking and ordering the Papers at Deacon Foster’s with whom I had a good deal of conversation, I decided upon my pieces. Upon returning to my House, I found Mr. Spear the former applicant had decided to take it, and gave me his references, so that I think I shall get this out of my hands.1 On the whole I am exceedingly encouraged, about this property. My workmen are all executing with great rapidity and I hope by the first of April, the whole of this property will be working on finely. I was thus taken up all the morning. In the afternoon, I went down to inquire Mr. Spear’s references and thence to the Office to give orders, feeling so anxious about the Property I did not like to leave it. On the whole, I feel better satisfied with it than at any time. It seems to be renovating briskly. The Evening was spent reading Byron to Abby.