The soft weather still continues. I went to the Office as usual and passed my time rather more profitably than heretofore. For having accomplished the usual duties I sat down and read with some attention the rest of Enfield’s History of Philosophy. This is on the whole a valuable book, valuable for reference after it has been read. It has succeeded in giving me what I have long felt the need of, a general view of the subject. I shall now feel better prepared to progress with the philosophical works of Cicero.

Took a walk, but I felt the enervating effect of the air, and a little of that bilious disposition which the Spring Season always produces in me. After dinner, Miss Adams paid me a visit in my study and conversed with me upon the subject of her affairs. I obtained from her what I concluded to be her desire, in order to send it to Washington, and was engaged for the rest of the day in finishing and copying my letter to this effect.1 My father has not written to me lately. I hope nothing has offended him.

Evening passed with the ladies. I tried a little of Buffon but did not make much progress. Port Royal Greek Grammar and the Tatler.