Cloudy but it cleared fine. Time as usual. Evening, Mr. Brooks at home.

The children have been more or less out of order for a week or two past and today the baby drooped much. We have been exceedingly dissipated of late and I think it is high time for us to lay by and be quiet. Since my residence in Boston I have never known so gay a winter, and by a singular coincidence it has been the season I have selected to extend my acquaintance. This I have done partially but not generally.

At the Office continuing my papers. The boundary troubles still the prominent topic. Antigone, and an afternoon of relaxation with Crevier and Gibbon.

Mr. Brooks took tea with us and mentioned a suggestion of my father’s appointment on a special mission to England, which is no otherwise worthy of notice excepting as going to show the public estimate of his value in times of difficulty. Began Burr.