Morning clear and delightfully mild again. This weather is I hope the advance of an early Spring Season. I went to the Office as usual and passed my time in pretty useful employment for after the transaction of my regular business I sat down to Enfield and read a considerable portion of him. As the sketch comes down to more modern times, it again becomes interesting. Such names as Bacon, Leibnitz and Des Cartes excite curiosity. But after all how much vanity there is in all these studies. How little the human mind is capable of penetrating into the depths of science, and how abortive are all attempts to do so.

Took a walk with Mr. Peabody. After dinner I thought I would review Verres but upon trying, I felt as if it was quite unnecessary. I therefore took up the Oration for Fonteius. A mere fragment. My time was also taken up in conversation with my Wife upon matters relating to Abby S. Adams. This young lady having requested advice upon her affairs, sent my Wife to sound me, and upon the whole I was well satisfied with her arrangements.

Evening. I. H. Adams her brother was here so that I sat upstairs and wrote another letter to my Father.1 Once critical about my letters and I am never satisfied. Greek Grammar and the Tatler. Horatio Brooks returned here from the Theatre to spend the Night.