Fine day. I went to the Office rather earlier than usual and was engaged in writing up my Arrears of Diary as well as drawing the Lease for Mr. Ladd. He has given me a great deal of trouble and at last got me so indifferent that I threatened to turn him out. This brought him to reason and he has taken the House on a Lease of three years, which he executed today. He kept me so long that I could not take my walk.

Afternoon, reading Bacon and Adam Smith—The former in the History of Winds, a collection of observations formed into system, with his peculiar power of induction. Began the Andrian of Terence, a new walk of classical Literature for me.1 Mr. French called upon me with some of the French papers relating to Masonry, and requested me to translate them. I did so this afternoon. It is a little curious that one of them relates to a female Masonic Lodge in Paris, the nature of which is not very completely defined. Evening, Patronage, and Adam Smith.