Morning fine. Time divided as usual. Evening at home.

I spent my time at the Office today in writing my fourth and last number of my papers upon currency but without satisfying myself. The second appeared, and Mr. Brooks expressed to me his gratification with it. I am glad any body reads them with pleasure.

J. H. Foster called to tell me that the body of poor T. B. Adams had at last arrived and I made an arrangement with him about the details of interment.

Read Philoctetes as usual. Afternoon Gibbon, and MS, but this is lazy work. Next week I must begin in earnest upon Burr. Evening very quietly at home. Lazy with Burr.