Clouds and rain. Distribution regular.

The profound quiet of my life is interrupted only by tenants from Weston. I this morning managed to settle the question, and was occupied in writing instructions to an attorney at Concord to recover damages from Conant.1 Also writing to New Orleans and to Florida with a view of finishing the long standing accounts of T. B. Adams at those places.2 Went on with Antigone which I read fast. The rest of the day was taken up with my essay which after all makes no great headway.