A beautiful day for the Anniversary of Washington, and for a day which I have especial cause to recollect.1 But the walking in consequence of the thaw was as bad as I have ever known it. Office where the changes still render us very uncomfortable. Mr. Hurlbert is going much farther than he originally designed. My time was taken up in Diary and Accounts. Then out, but only to the Althenaeum where I procured one or two volumes. Nothing new or worthy of especial notice.

Home where I read Livy. Afternoon devoted to copying the Letter to my father which I finished completely for the Mail, but had very little leisure to do any thing else.

Evening, went according to invitation over to the House of Mr. Everett. He was receiving the family—Mr. Brooks, Mr. and Mrs. Frothingham and myself the only ones who went. Evening tolerably pleasant. But there is no heart in that house. Home at ten.