A wet, rainy day and dark. I succeeded however in getting my grate to the house and having it put up so that I now begin my regular mode of life. Went to the Office where I passed my time as usual.

My division of the day this year is to be in some respects a new one. I go to the Office to spend my time until twelve, from that time to walk an hour and then home to read Ovid until half past two, which is our dinner hour. Afternoon to be devoted to the MS papers of the old gentleman,1 and a division of them. Evening partly out when necessary, otherwise to be devoted to German. My spirits which are not light this winter owing to many causes may get through by rigid attention to this Diet. My health, thank God, never was better.

I went up to my House and procured the fourth volume of my set of Ovid. Thence home where I sat down and made myself quite comfortable in my little study. The Afternoon I began upon the Papers, and hit first upon those relating to the Presidency. The Official correspondence of the heads of Department. Quiet evening at home. Miss Austen robs one of two or three hours very pleasantly.