The morning was cloudy, which became afterwards rain. Robert Buchanan went into town with me, and I left him at the end of Purchase Street for the purpose of starting in the Steam Boat to the Fort where he wished to go.1 At the Office myself, in my usual avocations, which were not quite so much of a business kind today. Read a portion of Hutchinson’s History of Massachusetts over again. Conversed with Thomas Welsh upon New’s Affairs and made final arrangements respecting my brother George’s Assets, by sending all the rest of the saleable things to be disposed of at Auction. Thus passed the morning. And after going to my House to obtain Elizabeth Adams’ receipt, I went out of town with Robert to dine.

My father seemed unwell, and we made slow work with our Catalogue particularly as John arrived in the midst of our commencement and distracted us a little. I felt differently towards him this year from what I ever did before, which arises from many circumstances too numerous to mention but more particularly from the very uncomfortable condition in which the family is put by his Wife.2 My own were not false anticipations. Judge T. B. Adams was here in the Evening. Retired early.