Morning pleasant. Mr. Frothingham rode to town with me to remain over Sunday. I went to my Office after having collected the Dividend due at the New England Marine Insurance Office. A small affair of three per Cent in one year, which does not pay me for the risk of investing. My time was afterwards entirely engrossed by various people who came with or without purpose. Mr. Conant the Tenant from Weston came with his bill for Work, and I discussed with him the probability of a time for the sale of Wood. He gives very encouraging Accounts of the amount which remains. After him came Richard-318son who spent half an hour, during which time John Kirke came from Quincy with some Commissions. He also brought Books which I had expressed a wish to have. A Note from my Father and one from John required answering,1 and some Commissions executed. These were hardly well through when Edmund Quincy came to talk about the Office opposite which he has some idea of engaging. In this manner I had barely time to write my Journal before returning to Medford. Mr. Brooks did not dine at home so that I was the only gentleman there. Read Rollin in the afternoon, but somehow or other with less gusto than at Quincy. Evening, Conversation.