Morning cool and hazy but it cleared afterwards. I went to the Office but was for the most part engaged at an Auction of Furniture at which I was desirous of purchasing some things. This consumed pretty much all of the morning.
Nothing new from Washington excepting some little matters of difference between Clay and Webster which betray a feeling I have all along suspected. There will be something perhaps grow out of it.
Home to read Oedipus with which I am charmed. Afternoon I read over the preface to Miss Baillie’s plays again. A good deal of thought in 392it but not enthusiasm enough. Evening read Lockhart to my Wife and after it, finished the last draft of my little biography.1
The biographical sketch of LCA; see above, entry for 11 Nov. 1837.