Morning cold and it clouded up with a little flurry of snow. I went to the Office, feeling somewhat relieved from my head ach although not by any means yet perfectly at ease. Engaged in Accounts. Called to see the Cashier of the Merchant’s Bank about my Discount, but he could do nothing. Collected a considerable number of Dividends and deposited them, the entries of which in my books took the rest of the morning.

Walk and home where I finished the eighth book of Livy’s History. Afternoon taken up with Mr. Dana’s Letters. I go on with this business 365monstrous slowly. Nothing of any consequence took place. Evening, quietly at home without doing or reading any thing—And Swifts Journal to Stella.

I am almost entirely given up to indolence within a few weeks and do not know when I shall escape from it. Political affairs have almost ceased to interest us, since the struggle has nearly stopped and we have nothing else to fix upon. I am pursuing my study of Swift however with the view of sharpening my weapons for the final battle in November.