This is the Anniversary of my marriage, one year has passed since that time and I can look back upon it with general satisfaction. If hap-313piness is the end of man’s existence I believe I have had as much of it as falls to the lot of man. My disposition is scarcely a complaining one, but rather thankful to the divine giver for the goods I have without grasping for more. The future remains with him.

Rode to town this morning, and spent the morning in a variety of little broken occupations. Paid for the Shares of the Boylston Market, and for my Coal, made several purchases for my Mother, and spent a short time looking for Peaches without success—At least I could find no good ones. Mr. Brooks called with his usual Quarterly Note and I arranged my affairs. My pecuniary matters for the past year have been prosperous, and this is something gained.

Returned to dine and found my Uncle the Judge and his Lady, Miss Smith and Miss Abby Adams who made a party to dine. We had a good and pleasant dinner. Afternoon pursuing the Catalogue, which as the time grows nearer I grow more and more doubtful of the accomplishment.