Morning cold and rainy. I went to the Office as usual and passed the morning in a manner not quite so profitable as I might have done because I had not with me my books, the consequence was that I was driven to employ myself as I could. My time was principally taken up in looking over and destroying all the papers of a useless nature among the remaining things belonging to my brother. They are very numerous and though I have a great indisposition to doing any thing of the kind yet it seems useless to keep them.

Mr. Child, the Secretary of the Boylston Market Association called and I walked with him to the Market for the purpose of receiving the 220Certificate of the Share purchased yesterday.1 This business occupied but a few moments. On my return I sent a Note to one of my negligent Tenants and continued my business of destruction. After dinner I laboured hard, and finished the examination of the Essay I have written. It is now in a state of forwardness, and I hope now to get it ready before the next month. My Wife was quite unwell all day. In the evening I read to her a little from the Insect Architecture of the Library of Entertaining Knowledge.2 It was interesting as it informed me of the fact that there were solitary bees, which I did not know before. The day was bad and I was not over lively.