Weather dull and foggy. Much the usual distribution. Evening at home.

At the Office this morning where I was occupied by Deacon W. Spear who came from Quincy with the usual amount of applications. This day of the week is commonly frittered away in things of this kind. Home to read Antigone. Mr. Brooks and P. C. Jr. dined here today by way of remembering the birth day of my youngest boy Henry who is a year old. There is no intelligence of any kind, and on the whole we are growing very dull. Evening passed very quietly at home. Finished the first draught upon the currency not at all satisfactory.