I cannot say that this cold morning was passed in the most advisable manner. At the Office until eleven o’clock industriously occupied upon my Accounts and occupations as usual. I then went out to pay a few bills which had been presented to me. This led me to make one or two purchases—Among others to call at J. D. Williams and buy some pretty dear Sherry Wine. I was engaged in the amusement of tasting of various kinds until my head was quite light. Thereupon I went to the Athenaeum and passed the time commonly devoted by me to walking, in conversation with the Librarian.1 As I was coming home, I met Mr. Hallet who inquired of me respecting my numbers.2 He encouraged me a good deal about them. I told him that if he wished, I would write the rest and send them. This made me late at home. Afternoon, continued my reading of Cicero’s Philippic which I shall finish tomorrow. And I began again Anquetil in whom my late occupations have stopped my progress. In the evening my Wife had a family party. Edward Brooks, Gorham, P. C. Jr. and Mr. Frothingham with their Wives, Julia Gorham and her brother. It was pleasanter than usual, broke up early and after they went I continued Anquetil.