It was quite cheering to behold the run rising in great beauty this morning. After so long an absence the change becomes a positive 309pleasure. I went to the Office—Time taken up in writing Diary and finishing the letter to my father.1 This is a very laborious process from the necessity I feel under of copying what I write. That this practice is a useful one, every body who has seen the late exposition of Mr. William Heisters forgetfulness of opinions of six months standing in the Advocate must admit. But it is tiresome.

Walked down to see Mrs. T. B. Adams and make my usual Quarterly Settlement with her, and this with some other work to do consumed my disposable leisure. Home to read Livy. Afternoon engaged in copying my letter which took the whole of my leisure excepting that portion required of me by Mr. John Angier who called to receive the Interest due by my father to the minor children of Mr. Adams my late Uncle, of whom he has been since the death of Mr. Foster made Guardian. He did not stay. Evening, we had a visit from P. C. Brooks Jr. and one from Gardiner Gorham who remained until nearly ten.