Cloudy. Office. Division as usual. Evening at home.

I went through the usual course of occupation today. Wrote two letters, one to Mr. Johnson requesting of him to draw upon me,1 and one to Mr. Ward to know exactly what the terms are upon which I am to go to New York.2 I do not care for this going out to warfare at my own charges. Nothing new excepting that as I was returning home I stopped in for a moment to see Warren the virtuoso and he told me that he had just arrived from Washington and that Louisa was sick when he left.

Home to read Oedipus Coloneus. The rest of the day passed in luxurious desultory reading. Evening as Louisa had two or three of her School friends, I took the opportunity to continue my copying of MS which goes on rather sluggishly. Charles rather unwell.