Morning cloudy but it cleared pleasantly, though the melting snow made the walking bad. I went to the Office where I drew up an Account between Mr. Johnson and myself preparatory to the reception of a letter from him. Received a pamphlet from my father containing an abstract of the Bank returns for the United States which I examined with some curiosity. Interrupted by Mr. Ayer who came for his money which I paid him, and was obliged to go up with him to the House in Tremont Street where I was ordering some repairs. This consumed my time for my exercise which I still too much neglect. Sophocles. Afternoon coins, in which I continue to make progress. Evening, to my Wife part of the Simple Story.