As the weather was clear, and my father had business in town, we concluded to go in my Gig. My morning was spent as usual in a thousand little things—Making up bills and paying them. Received a short and snappish Note from Col. Tyler, inclosing the evidence of my brother’s subscription, which I answered by sending him the Money.1 Wrote to Spear my doubtful Tenant.2 Mr. Woods called upon me about his Mother’s affair, and talked it over. I told him I must go by the face of her Note, and if he had any statement to make, it must be submitted to the Judge of Probate. Mr. J. Q. Adams called about the Printing and I gave him his answer. Mr. Curtis spent a part of the morning at my room, but they could do none of the business they had contemplated.3 I paid a short visit to Mr. Brooks and so the whole is explained.4

We returned to Quincy, and spent part of the afternoon in the Catalogue. But my father was dull and out of spirits. He had been 266talking Politics with Alex H. Everett. An effect is directly perceived. Evening Judge Adams and his Wife here. My Wife was quite unwell. My Mother and Mary sat down to Supper, but we had a stupid time.