Rode into Boston with Mr. Brooks. The mild weather has so opened the roads that the travelling is shocking upon them and I was a little disposed to regret that Mr. B. had come as I feared he had done so in regard to my accommodation. Conversation with him upon miscellaneous subjects. A letter from my Father together with a Sonnet by him to the Cock. I cannot but say that I think his Letters are degenerating into Sermons and that he is as usual missing my character.1 Read Blackstone and Copied from Howe’s Lecture as usual and read a smart debate reported in the Intelligencer in relation to a resolution moved by the Manufacturing Committee (so called). Evening at the Moot Court and heard an argument. Afterwards Supper at the Exchange with Richardson and Conversation.