Morning clear but it clouded, and the mild weather has flooded the streets. Office where I am endeavoring to reform my habits about papers. I destroy many but retain more. The only plan for me is to return to my old habit of filing, especially letters which crowd upon me. Pamphlets also I am attempting to bind up.

Home. Sophocles in which I make regular progress of about a hundred lines a day, although I find a difficulty in pursuing Greek in this manner from the number of collateral investigations which are necessary to a thorough understanding of the text.

Afternoon coins, and wrote a letter to my father.1 The condition of my Wife is so little improving that the doctor has recommended her not nursing her child, and I went out to Mrs. Frothingham’s to see about it.