Lovely morning but rain at night. Usual division. Evening, ball at Mrs. Miller’s.

Finished the work of my Quarterly Account. I believe I am now free from all further duties of any sort in business, having written and despatched the necessary letters. A good deal fatigued by the labour of last nights party.

The accounts of the frontier difficulties still appear to engross most minds. I cannot believe a war will grow out of it. Neither Great Britain nor the United States are in a condition to make war. Our people however want an experience of what it is, and our boundary difficulties must be admitted to be extremely embarrassing.

Antigone. The first chorus is noble, but they generally have too little relation to the piece, and though fine, poetical conceptions are without any but the commonest moral.

After dinner, resumed the work upon the MS and arranged another volume for binding. I keep off from Burr. Evening, notwithstanding the rain we went to a ball at Mrs. Miller’s, a mixed company but not unpleasant. Home at midnight.