Morning at the Office, nothing remarkable occurred. Conversation with George. My mornings pass away most unaccountably. But little
actually done. The afternoons though short are those parts of the day which are most useful to me. In the evening I occupied myself in writing a letter and Records and in reading. After going to bed, was roused by the alarm of fire which so startled me that I started off and saw the whole of it. It was a house on Washington Street in the south part of the town. I did not get quietly asleep until two in the morning. The blaze of this fire produced a beautiful effect. The clouds happened to be low and rather of a thin kind. So that the flame tinged them all with a pale red. It was very light to go to the fire in consequence, but when the cause of the illumination was discontinued, nothing could be darker. The firemen displayed a good deal of intrepidity in saving a house which was so entirely on fire when I first saw it that it seemed impossible to me to prevent it’s complete combustion.