Morning clear and quite cold. I went down first to see the Irish Woman, Tenant of my Father’s Tenement, and warn her to go out as she pays no rent.1 This is an unpleasant business but it cannot be helped. I was wrong in letting her come in. Then to the Office where I did my usual duties and went round to pay a visit or two which I saw to be due. One to Mr. Brooks and another to Mr. Davis in his new office.2 I also went to give in my vote for the City Officers though I could not swallow Mr. Otis. The Working men tried to raise an opposition but it was faint and heartless. Their handbill however made up in violence for their weakness. Mr. Conant called on my return, from Weston with some money on Account and he asked for some repairs which I was obliged to grant. Returned home, and spent the afternoon in reading the third book de Oratore in which I made good progress. The advice given in it, as to the language, and style to be used, applies as well now as it did when it was written. It is writing for all ages and nations. Evening, Corinne with Abby, after which her brother Edward came in and passed the evening, very pleasantly. I had an hour for my Catalogue, and then two numbers of the Tatler.