Morning cloudy with heavy rain in showers throughout the day and night, yet very warm. I went to the Office, where my time was very much taken up in Accounts and the various little items attending particularly upon this Quarter day. Mr. Peabody called in for a few minutes but without saying much of importance. He inquired when Quincy was to be forthcoming with his publication. I told him he had written to Govr. Lincoln with a strong probability that it might delay him. Collected Dividends at the several Banks and on the whole my time went so rapidly that I was late home. No reading again. Afternoon reading the Letters of my Grandfather.

I this day received payment for my July Article in the North American Review. Better late than never. My other one makes no progress. I began but became dissatisfied directly this evening. My critical reading of Virgil continues, as also does dipping into Voltaire. This last however grows tiresome. Read two Acts of Racine’s Brittanicus. I think I may indulge in a few observations presently. My only objection that they take too much room.