Morning mild and tolerably pleasant, but the snow still remains in a most extraordinary manner. I went to the Office—Received another remittance of 2500 from Mr. Shepherd,1 making as I imagine nearly all he has. I called at the Bank to know if they could make an arrangement to discount these bills as Mr. Brooks had procured for me an opportunity for investment. But the Cashier, Mr. Haven declined doing any thing of the kind at present as he said they had very heavy payments to make. He said he would see if he could do better in a few days, and asked me to call in again.

The remainder of the time taken up with accounts. Short walk and Livy. Afternoon, Sismondi, finished Corneille’s Cid and the first volume of the Magic Ring, nothing further. Evening at home. T. K. Davis called and passed the evening. Swift, Journal to Stella.