Mild weather in order to compensate us for the severity of the early part of the month. I went to the Office as usual and was occupied all my morning. I write my Diary now in an extremely irregular manner. This takes very much from the interest and adds to the labour of it.

Mr. Beale called for the purpose of letting me know that the Lessee of the piece of land belonging to the Trust at Quincy had called for his Lease and he wished me to make it. I told him that I had thought this call might be made upon me and had concluded to decline it. First because I had ceased to practice and second because I could ask no compensation of that trust. They ought to have the draught of a Lease from a responsible Lawyer.

Walk as usual. Accounts. Home but my Ovid lags very much in this translation. They are idle modes of reading and I shall proceed directly to the next book of the text. Afternoon La Fayette’s letters and those of the Bankers, Willink &ca. My father sent me a copy of his Eulogy today and I read the first half of it aloud to Mr. Brooks.1 We were interrupted by a visit from Mr. S. P. Gardiner.