Cloudy with Easterly winds. Office—Diary, and running over my accounts. Mr. Everett called in again and accepted my offer yesterday of one of my rooms for an office until he could suit himself better. He had nothing new. Simply a report that Mr. Henshaw, the Collector was about to resign and to go to Washington to look out for a successor. This is a pretty adroit movement on his part to maintain his influence and will I think succeed.

I went to the Athenaeum and there dawdled away much time in looking over books of Architecture. I make very little progress indeed, and am indeed almost at a stand still. Home late so that I lost my time for Livy but made it up in the afternoon. Resumed my work on the MS. with the Official Correspondence of the foreign affairs. It is incomplete and cripples me.

Evening, Mr. Brooks took tea with us and we made an evening visit to Mrs. S. Dexter. She is an old lady and likes these little attentions, and out of respect to her and her late husband, I am willing to pay them, but the thing is a little tax. Home early, I tried to read Swift but felt so drowsy from three nights late hours that I retired immediately.