It was quite cheering to behold the run rising in great beauty this morning. After so long an absence the change becomes a positive 309pleasure. I went to the Office—Time taken up in writing Diary and finishing the letter to my father.1 This is a very laborious process from the necessity I feel under of copying what I write. That this practice is a useful one, every body who has seen the late exposition of Mr. William Heisters forgetfulness of opinions of six months standing in the Advocate must admit. But it is tiresome.

Walked down to see Mrs. T. B. Adams and make my usual Quarterly Settlement with her, and this with some other work to do consumed my disposable leisure. Home to read Livy. Afternoon engaged in copying my letter which took the whole of my leisure excepting that portion required of me by Mr. John Angier who called to receive the Interest due by my father to the minor children of Mr. Adams my late Uncle, of whom he has been since the death of Mr. Foster made Guardian. He did not stay. Evening, we had a visit from P. C. Brooks Jr. and one from Gardiner Gorham who remained until nearly ten.

Morning pleasant. I went as usual to the Office after conning over the Newspapers which are devoid of interest. Occupied in Accounts which at this season engross a great deal of my time and attention. Wrote my Diary. Nothing of consequence.

Mr. A. H. Everett called for a short time. He told me he was going to Washington for a short time and I took the opportunity to engage him to take a packet for Abby. He explained to me why he had not consulted me about the letter of invitation to Salem all of which I accepted. Some further political talk of no consequence. Then home—Livy. Mrs. Angier dined with us, after which nothing of any consequence.

I returned to my long neglected task of methodizing papers but I found obstacles which I did not anticipate—Deficiencies which I do not feel quite authorized to neglect. The inclosures in the papers relating to the Department of State have been very evidently often put in other files. Evening quietly at home, read Gil Blas.

Mild weather. Office—Papers as usual. Nothing important. Called upon T. K. Davis and asked him to dine with me tomorrow. His acceptance made it necessary for me to hunt about for company to 310meet him, which I did. This took off time which might have been better spent.

Called at the Advocate Office about my fourth number, but they are all there at a stand still. The Editor means to make a pamphlet of the numbers, and to write a preface. He thus hold in type so much of the material of the Office that the rest cannot be made out.1

Walk to the Athenaeum and round home. Afternoon. Continued the work upon the Papers and finished the arrangement of all which I have relating to the Department of State. These alone would make two volumes and are evidently incomplete. Mr. Brooks passed a couple of hours here with us and took tea. Nothing new however. After he went we did not do much. The remainder of the evening devoted to Goethe and his strange book of Wilhelm Wanderjahre.