Cloudy with heavy fog. I went to the Office and my whole time 402passed very busily in copying Letters and Accounts written yesterday, so that in fact I did not waste a moment. Indeed, since my return to town I have felt considerable satisfaction in the confidence that as little of my time is unemployed as reasonably can be. Perhaps I do not occupy myself in the most useful manner, but as to that who is to judge. If I do as well as I can in my best way of forming an opinion what more can be expected from me.

Took a walk, part of the way with Edmund Quincy. His talk is of small things. He has narrowed his intellect from giving it a mistaken and frivolous direction.1 Afternoon, writing upon Anti Masonry. Draughted No. 1 with important alterations. Evening with my wife, reading Marmontel and lives of Painters, and then the Tripod of Helen.