Morning warm. Rode to town as usual. At the Office regulating my Accounts both as Agent and in my private capacity. Wrote my Journal and drew the Deed for Mr. Curtis as requested, though he did not call for it. Drew the Dividend for the Neponset Bridge and received the rent of the House in Hancock Street from Miss Oliver, so that I was enabled to make a very good deposit. But all this and a call upon Mr. Brooks kept me much longer than I had any idea of so that I did not get to Quincy until half past two. Afternoon occupied in the 277Catalogue which progresses gradually. But there is so little energy in the process that I am heartily tired and sick of it.

This day was one of my dispirited, discouraged days. I felt a disgust with the mode of life which I am pursuing, and with the manner in which my fathers family is conducted. The Servants being extravagant and unruly, my father dispirited, my Mother sick, my brother’s Wife querulous, and all on the whole uncomfortable. I did little or nothing. Evening, Supper, and a short Conversation with my father upon Warren Hastings, but without much interest, as I was fatigued.