Morning cloudy. Went to the Office as usual, but being about to try to make a settlement with all the little outstanding debts to this 189concern, I accordingly went out to see about it. First I went to see if I could not save by a threat a little remnant of Miss Longhurst’s debt to me. Wales was the person, a dealer in dry goods in Washington Street.1 I talked with him but the result was not encouraging, and for fear of getting into a useless passion about it, I retreated. The effort will not cost much, and it may save a trifle.

From thence after dropping in, to see the condition of the Houses I returned home, to my Office, where for the balance of the morning, Mr. Miles Farmer annoyed me exceedingly with his account of the affair still pending between himself and Storer. The former has been imprudent and the latter rash, and thus every body is to suffer from their folly. I talked with Farmer very rationally and tried to convince him that the best course was to wind it up. He appeared half inclined to listen to reason, and half to passion. I still hope it will be arranged. Received a Note from Miss H. Welsh requesting the payment of the debt due to her from my brother, which I answered forthwith.2 My troubles now are considerable. I am involved in three suits at law, and am without funds to meet my father’s debts. A most unpleasant situation. But I hope for the best and anxiously look for the clouds to scatter. After dinner I read Demosthenes, my study for this afternoon is easy. Received a letter from Miss Longhurst,3 trying to get me this money, but I am afraid it is too late.

Went down to see that all was safe at the Store and Office. A violent Storm came on with very high wind and rain, which beat fearfully all night. I was in great dread for my responsibility, but the evening was passed quietly and pleasantly in reading Lalla Rookh to my Wife,4 whom I am teaching to like Poetry. Afterwards, Campbell’s Rhetoric.