Morning at the Office and in Court. Heard arguments as usual. Nothing material taking
place. In the afternoon, I sent out a Writ, being my first exertion of power. Not
as I hope to any bad purpose. I wrote off a case or two from my Notes, but I find
it very difficult so perfectly to remember the train of reasoning as to be able to
fill them out correctly. I attempted to pursue Adam Smith but could not preserve a
continued attention. In the evening, I read some of Pope’s lighter prose works. The
evening was beautiful and would have reminded us of Spring, had we not a great body
of snow upon the ground.