Morning warm, but the wind changed to the eastward in a little while and a thunder shower in the evening cooled the air completely. I went to Boston, and spent an hour or more at the House in bottling the remainder of my Sherry Wine which turns out better than I had anticipated. I have now five dozen and a half to keep as choice wine, which will be worth nearly what I paid for the whole, besides the quantity used for the last six months. This done I went to the Office and was occupied there in my usual way of writing my Journal. I find my time now much more limited than it used to be last Summer as I go out of town to dine.

Called in to see Mr. Brooks and found him engaged so much that I did not stay long, and from there went to Quincy. Found my Mother so much better as to sit up and she seemed moreover in tolerable 262spirits. After dinner I sat down with my father to the work of a Catalogue of his Library.1 How far we shall succeed I do not know. But the value of a library like that is essentially diminished by not knowing what is in it. We were interrupted by a visit from the two Mr. Everetts, Alex. and Edward. The former of whom spoke to me of my Article for his Review very openly and made me feel a little awkward. After a short visit they were driven away by the rain. Evening, a short and uninteresting conversation with my father.