Fine day. Our weather now begins to have a touch of spring, and the snow is disappearing pretty rapidly. I went to the Office. Nothing very new. Received from England advices of the arrival of some of my remittances but none of the power of Attorney respecting which I had written and indeed no letter at all from Mr. Johnson. Mr. Beebe called about it this day.1 Home. Sophocles. Afternoon coins as usual. Evening wasted some time in drawing a sketch of an article for the Courier without success. Wife better but wet nurse fails.