Morning Cloudy and towards night, rain. I went to the Office and was occupied in a variety of things—Accounts, calls from Mr. Spear and Thomas Doyle. The first about Quincy business, the other about his engagement as Coachman. I gave him a direction to be ready to start by Tuesday for Washington.1 Wasted the remainder of my time. Walk, home. Afternoon, Maritime discovery, and half of an Epistle of Ovid, Briseis to Achilles. Evening quiet at home. Miss Edgeworth’s Belinda and afterwards German. I am slowly going forward.