The day was beautiful and I went out very early in order to have an opportunity to see Mr. Fletcher upon this disagreeable business of Storer’s. I talked with him for a very considerable time and though we came to no conclusion about it, yet I sincerely hope he will exert himself to settle it. I foresee however that it will be a source of uneasiness as to money. I shall have it as a tax upon me I fear. The Directors of the Insurance Company came to see about the House and in consequence charged me a small addition of premium. I went to see them and paid, then to the Houses in Common Street, then to Town Meeting to see the new Law for the election of Mayor, knocked in the head,1 then to see Mr. Brooks and finally to my own Office where Mr. Brackett called and positively took the Corner House in Tremont or Common Street, so that now all the Houses of size are off my hands 191for one year at least. I called in to see Mr. Wales and talked with him, coming down finally to the proposition to accept the costs.2 The rest of the morning was passed in drawing up the Leases, so that on the whole I can scarcely be said to have had one moment of time to myself.

Abby had engaged me to go and dine at Mrs. Frothingham’s today which I did and found there Mr. and Mrs. P. C. Brooks. Our time was much as usual, tolerably agreeable, thence to the Athenaeum where I did not stay long. At home however I did but little and found my mind so distracted as to profit very little even from that. My situation is disagreeable enough, involved in law suits, with demands hanging upon me of my father’s and funds coming in with excessive slowness, I feel troubled beyond measure. Nothing now goes right. I find pitfalls at every step. Evening at Mr. Frothingham’s but dull.