A continuation of very fine weather. The wind has continued steady from the westward for a prodigious length of time. I went to the Office. Occupied as usual. It is hardly necessary to give much detail. Visi-165tors, Mr. Walsh and some two or three persons with bills. Walk. Home to read Livy.

Afternoon, at home. Read a little of Burnet and looked over the Greek of Plutarch’s Essay on the Administration of public affairs which I propose to myself to translate. The only edition which I find convenient is discouraging from it’s being in folio and full of abbreviations. I however concluded to attempt it and began, but the Afternoons are short and I only began.

Evening by invitation to Edward Blake’s, where we had his club. It is now two years since I have met them before and there is some change. The Company tonight consisted of Messrs. Chapman, Rogers, Blakes, Shaw, C. Amory, Goddard, and Stackpole, members, and Mr. Shelton and myself, guests.1 We had cards until nine o’clock when we had supper. The conversation was none of it interesting. Indeed I might say it was inconceivably empty. I felt as if I had gained nothing except a good meal. Home at midnight.