Clear. I went to the Office and was engaged in my usual occupation of Accounts and making up the Arrears of my Diary which the extraordinary interruptions of the last few days has occasioned. The very short time I spend at the Office hardly is sufficient for my purposes and yet if it was more I know I should waste it. Walk with Mr. Walsh. The season is about as fine a one as I ever knew. There has been hardly a cloud in the sky for ten days and the air though clear is cold enough to be bracing.

Received today from T. B. Adams the remittance made by him to New Orleans so long ago. It is now too late to be of much service to me. Mr. Harrod who sends it excuses himself on the plea that he could not transmit it safely before without great loss. As it is he sends a draft on the Merchants’ Bank payable on the 11th of February.1

Home. Livy. Afternoon, continued working upon Plutarch with 168whom however I go on very slowly. Burnet and German. Evening finished an article upon Mr. Webster’s Speech. G. Gorham was in for an hour.