Cloudy. Office as usual. Home. Afternoon reading and evening visit to Mr. Frothingham’s.

Mr. Buckingham published my second number today which I like much better than the first. At the Office occupied in the making up of

arrears of Diary and of Accounts which my way of passing time while my father is here has a tendency to accumulate.

On my return found my father who had been met and complimented by the Committee of his friends who had had his picture painted by Mr. Page.1 The feeling in the City is much more favourable to him than it has been for many years.

Afternoon, I began the life of Aaron Burr by Matthew L. Davis. Evening, called to see Dr. Frothingham who has been confined to his house unwell. Conversation with him upon various subjects metaphysical and moral quite edifying. He spoke of my papers with commendation.