Morning cold again and clear. I went to the Office as usual and occupied myself with writing. Conversation with my opposite Neighbour Mr. Peabody, and reading Enfield in which I accomplished a portion of the book containing the Account of Pythagoras and his School. But day after day I find the insufficiency of my time. I received a letter from my Father1 informing me of his paying Mr. Johnson2 which puts me at ease about my funds here although the two Tenants, Spear and Oliver have failed to pay. This will not do at all. Miss Oliver owes now $250. Went to the Athenaeum to pay my annual subscription and to try and find a book, but as I really could not see one that I felt as if I wanted, I only obtained a couple for my Wife and went home.

After dinner I continued and finished the review of the Topica, in which I was much helped by reading one of my father’s Lectures upon the subject.3 He seems fully to have studied and written from Antiquity, and I think his Book is much less valued than it should be.

In the Evening, we read French and I continued A Year in Spain to my Wife, after which I put a finishing hand to that Catalogue which has been so long in labour. This is truly delightful as it leaves room for an hour or two more of reading. I this evening accomplished a considerable portion of the North American Review, especially a 402heretical Article on the U.S. Bank by Mr. Bancroft.4 After which, two Numbers of the Tatler.