The dark, cold, and gloomy weather continues. We returned to town this morning, and I passed the morning at the Office. Received a letter from my father in reply to my Quarterly Account and otherwise containing nothing material.1 Mr. Farrar the brother of my Father’s Quincy Tenant called and requested some Garden seeds to begin 212with the place at Quincy, which I provided him with.2 I obtained a large collection and hope now to be able fully to furnish the family with vegetables for the whole Summer. My time was so short and so cut up that I was unable to make any progress in Marshall, and on the whole felt dissatisfied. Mr. Forbes called and I paid him his very moderate bill, for the past quarter.3 Returning home I was occupied in framing and beginning to execute the plan of an Essay which I have in my head upon the early History of the Country. I do not know whether it is not beyond my grasp, but at any rate I will try. I thought over the matter and only lament my want of preparation. The whole afternoon was passed in this manner. The Evening was occupied in reading Eustace to my Wife who was much pleased with the account of Rome. After which I passed some time in reading Hutchinson over to compare with Robertson.4