A cloudy, very raw day. I was detained a long while at home by S. Conant the Tenant of the Weston Farm with whom I had some sort of account to settle for leaving it to take care of itself. He seemed a little frightened which I rather intended. He paid one year’s rent. I went to the Office where I was busy in accounts. Purchased a draft for E. C. Adams and remitted it with a letter to her.1 This takes off of my mind one of the burthens which have long been on it. There appears to me to be a little glimmering of sunshine in matters of finance now perceptible. But it is yet not decisive enough to form a judgment upon it, as to the future. Walk, part of it with T. Dwight and talk of the Subtreasury bill in which I promulgate anti Whig doctrines. Home. Sophocles. Afternoon, continue Condillac and do a little upon coins. Evening Mr. Brooks took tea and spent an hour after whom, W. Dwight came in and finished the evening.

Morning snow with a cold Easterly wind. Office. The news from Washington is of the passage of the amended Treasury bill by a majority of two in the Senate. I was a little curious to observe the tone adopted by the Globe. The leading article is very subdued, but endeavours to put the best face on the matter and intimates a hostility to credit which if thus kept up will certainly overturn the Administration.

At Office I found T. K. Davis who sat with me nearly all the morning. Conversation principally turned as it usually does with us upon political prospects and the difficulties in the way of useful and independent action. He made an allusion to my own particular position which gave me a turn into personal views which I do not often indulge and which are not frequently worthy of exposition. He left and Stanwood came in about his Mortgage. This consumed all my time so that I had little even for Sophocles.

Afternoon continue the coins which I must hasten if I propose to get through it this season. Evening at home. Read to my Wife part of Mrs. Inchbald’s Simple Story.1