This is the finest season of the year with us. The weather is clear though cold in the mornings and evenings, and the air has an elasticity very strengthening to the frame. I went to the Office and was busy for the greater part of the morning in making up my several Accounts for myself, my father and the Estate of R. New. This and an expedition to obtain a Stove which I completed consumed much time.

The balance was spent upon the new Number of the North American Review in which my Article does not appear and upon the Appendix to Hutchinson containing the Sketch of Plymouth History. I feel a little hurt with Mr. Everett for not inserting it according to promise, but my hands have now little power to resent even if I had the disposition so to do.

Returned home and after dinner passed my time as usual in reading Cicero. This book about Invention in its Rhetorical Sense has much merit as a Work though difficult in these times perfectly to comprehend. It has given me already new ideas upon the extent to which the 331disposition of materials may be mechanically ordered. And I hope it will not fail in the advantage it can confer if properly used to a practical end.1 Continued Corinne with Abby and Mason’s Memoir of Gray. A book more agreeable than I had anticipated. Two hours passed afterwards upon Horn Tooke’s Diversions of Purley.2