Morning clear and cold. I walked down to the Tenements to get out my annoyance of an Irish Woman. She has moved herself but one of her Tenants is still in the House and worries me. Thence to the Office where with a few interruptions I was busy nearly all the morning in writing a letter to my Father.1 I received one from him at New York giving an Account of his progress tolerably amusing.2 Mr. Jackson, Painter called upon me with his bills which I paid, finding them much larger than I anticipated.3 This business of Houses requires a very skilful hand. I also had half an hour’s conversation with Mr. Peabody.

Afternoon, engaged in copying my letter, and in looking over the Papers of Massachusettensis and Novanglus4 to discover the point which I think represented in the Society’s Pamphlet. I found abundance of matter in it, such as I wanted. Evening, Miss Julia Gorham came to see my Wife and I went out to be present at the Meeting of the Commissioners of Insolvency. Nothing was however done there. Returned and wasted the time excepting a little for my Catalogue and the Tatler.