Morning at the Office, arranging the Affairs of the Quarter. Re-32ceived my father’s tax bill for the year and my own for the first time.1 This makes me in all respects a Citizen of Boston, as well in it’s disadvantages as it’s benefits. I then took a walk to Union Wharf which is at the North end of Boston leading out of Ann Street and is a considerable distance. I found no advantage from going as I did not come when the Ware house was open which contained my father’s books. But Mr. May set me in a way to obtain them.2 He was the owner of the Wharf and pointed out to me the Liverpool Packet which was just ready to go out of the Harbour, this being her regular day of sailing—and further commenced discussing political subjects upon which I went away, to call upon Mr. Lyman’s agent, by name Bigelow who informed me he would meet me down there at three.3 Bicknell, the Captain of the Sloop which was to take them called at my Office and I fixed the same time for him. Orcutt, my father’s tenant, called to tell me he was unable to pay me and asked me to take security. I want the money, so referred him to others to raise it and pay me, which he refused to do as he probably has found that he cannot. I postponed the subject, although I presume it is my only chance of getting any thing. Thus went the morning and I found I had read little or nothing.

The afternoon was taken up partially in another visit to Union Wharf where I saw the Trunks and Cases but could not get them out. I made such arrangements however with Mr. May that it will render needless any further effort on my side.4 I then called at Mrs. Frothingham’s but she was not at home. The remainder of the afternoon was passed at home. The evening was taken up in two visits—One to Mrs. Gorham and her daughter and one to Mr. and Mrs. Frothingham who have just returned from Medford, for the Winter.5 Their house looked cold but we had some good Wine and returned home after nine o’clock.