Severely cold night and morning. Office. Time as usual. Evening ball at Mrs. J. Welles’.

I made up my arrears this morning and filed up all my bills, besides releasing the Note upon the South Cove Property owned by my father. This was doing more than I have been able to compass before. Electra.

In the midst of the excessive cold of last night was a fire which burnt a whole street of carpenters’ shops, and some other buildings of more value. Thermometer at ten degrees below zero. Continued the coins until I got down to the region of barbarous symbols which nearly finishes the sequence.

Evening at a ball at Mr. John Welles. Very handsome and pleasant because large without being crowded. Home at midnight.