A cloudy, very raw day. I was detained a long while at home by S. Conant the Tenant of the Weston Farm with whom I had some sort of account to settle for leaving it to take care of itself. He seemed a little frightened which I rather intended. He paid one year’s rent. I went to the Office where I was busy in accounts. Purchased a draft for E. C. Adams and remitted it with a letter to her.1 This takes off of my mind one of the burthens which have long been on it. There appears to me to be a little glimmering of sunshine in matters of finance now perceptible. But it is yet not decisive enough to form a judgment upon it, as to the future. Walk, part of it with T. Dwight and talk of the Subtreasury bill in which I promulgate anti Whig doctrines. Home. Sophocles. Afternoon, continue Condillac and do a little upon coins. Evening Mr. Brooks took tea and spent an hour after whom, W. Dwight came in and finished the evening.