A fine day but quite cold. I went into town in the morning and was busy most of my time in my affairs. I got the Mason to be busy about the grates in the lower room and shall probably be in preparation to move in next week. Mr. Curtis called to see me about the deeds which are not done. I went to the Athenaeum and returned the remaining books belonging there. Thus most of the morning was consumed. But the main business of my day, the arrival of letters from Washington, I was disappointed in. It is now a week since the date of the last. My Mother did not seem so well, probably owing to the bracing herself up to bear the expected letter and to the disappointment and suspense. In the afternoon I went down and tried to catch a few fish, without much success. Evening quietly at home. Read Ovid and Flaming without much cessation.