A very quiet, uninterrupted day, which I devoted almost entirely to finishing up my arrears, not very great, bringing up my private accounts which took some time, and lastly to an attempt to reduce my collection of English coins to some kind of order. From my forgetfulness of what I have I find I have purchased at different times as many as three Angels of the six or seventh Henry exactly alike. This mere waste, for they are expensive. Since I have been here my collection is so much improved in this particular that it merits a separate Catalogue. I propose to devote to his work what little leisure I may have. Only a single visit this day. Mr William Blake formerly of Boston, now of New York. He reminded me that the last time he saw me was the day before I made my last speech in the House of Representatives. We went over that period and all its romantic dangers, a portion of the secret history of which will be found in this Diary. The weather improved today and was almost without fog, though it clouded up towards night. Dinner and evening alone. Read a little more of the last number of the Edinburgh review. It has an article upon Milman and Stanley and the church which interested me. But there is no genius or brilliancy in the writing.555