Cold, I went to the Office. Had a long visit from Mr. Everett who nearly cut up my day. Mr. Josiah Adams also came in on an application for some money to pay a draught for lumber purchased by him on my fathers account. I had no means and told him so frankly, but agreed to write today and ask what he intended by leaving with me such orders. He is rather beyond the age for such things.

Conversation with Walsh, then home. Juvenal whose fourteenth Satire I finished. After dinner, wrote my letter to my father,1 and amused myself with Coleridge’s Tragedy (if so it should be called) of Remorse. He meant it for an imitation of Shakespear but it is all refining thought and not the vigour of fresh nature. In the evening, at home. Continued to read Dacre and finished the first volume. Afterwards, Coleridge’s play of Zapolya.

Moderate in the morning but it grew excessively cold before night. I went to the Office and was occupied as usual. Went about trying hard to make up a company for tomorrow but did not succeed. Mr. Wm. Spear and Mr. Alpheus Spear came to see me to decide about a farm at Quincy, the former also to pay me some money. We could not agree upon the terms of Lease so that we left it as it was before. Could not bring up my Diary. My second number came out today and is perfectly satisfactory to me. I think it states the case with strength and distinctness. Walk and home.

Read the fifteenth Satire of Juvenal entire, and then went to dine with Mr. A. H. Everett by invitation. Political dinner. Present only Mr. Hallett, C. G. Greene the Editor of the Morning Post, and after dinner Mr. Wm. Foster. I had never seen Greene before. The dinner was an exceedingly pretty one, and very pleasant. Conversation chiefly political. And the main topic the great difficulty of reconciling the Jackson Masons to the Antimasonic Union. There is a great deal to be reflected upon in this business. Mr. Hallett intimated to me a plan of going to Harrisburgh to attend the Convention of Pennsylvania on the 14th in conjunction with the New York Committee. This too is to be thought about as it will prove no place for pleasure. We sat until 275nine o’clock, and then home in the cold. Nothing afterwards but a little of Coleridge.