The morning was clear and as the Clouds that remained from yesterday were passing away, they gave to the Atmosphere a damp, 281sultry heat which is very unpleasant having the true character of a dog day. The roads were also in a shocking condition as we rode over them to town, Robert Buchanan being with me. As he called upon my time considerably, I was forced to pass over my own business. The Appraisers returned me the Account of New’s Estate, about which measures must be taken as soon as possible. A client came but his application was a mere nibble. Rufus Davenport called with his Free Debt Rules, and I got rid of him as soon as possible.1 Collected the balance of Rent due on the commencement of this Quarter and made the Deposit in the Bank.

The remainder of the day was taken up in showing to Robert Buchanan, the Athenaeum Gallery and Library, in which last operation I saw more myself than I had ever done before. This made us late so that we got back to Quincy much after the usual hour. I was fatigued, so that we did not prosecute the Catalogue very zealously in the afternoon, though I did a little in the arrangement. Evening at home. Conversation with John after dinner.