The morning was very warm, and I was feeling not a little, the influence of yesterday’s sun, when I started with my Wife to go into town. Our household is very troublesome, as my manservant has concluded to go away, and we do not know what to do with our Cook. There was a consultation which resulted in nothing. I went to the Office where I was engaged in making up my Journal for some days back, as my occupations had prevented regularity. Several little things were also to be attended to which took up the hours so that I did little else. The weather was also of a nature to incapacitate one from much labour. We returned to Quincy to dine and I rarely recollect feeling the heat more than in that ride. The Thermometer ranged considerably over ninety degrees. My Wife was made quite sick by it all the afternoon, and my father made little progress with me in the Catalogue. After tea, my brother John and I started for the bath, which was quite delicious. Mr. Miller and Mr. Beale called in the Evening to pay a visit—After which we had much conversation.