This is the great Anniversary of the Nation, and as it comes on Sunday, it would cheat people of their regular celebration if they had not the idea of making a succeeding day answer the purpose. My Mother as well as my Wife attended divine service this morning—An effort quite unusual to the former. Mr. Whitney gave us an occasional Address flat enough. Afternoon, my Wife and I went, and I was very sleepy. Nothing of any consequence happened, in the evening, I walked with my Father down to see Josiah Quincy and his Wife.1 We found Miss Anna Q. there also.2 A little affectation, and a great deal of family palaver with the latter lady, the former not much less, with a greater allowance of sentiment. We returned to sup at home.