Morning clear and mild. After writing a little while I went to the Office as usual and was busy in writing and correcting my Article. But my father’s Servant man Kirke came in from Quincy with a request that I should execute some Commissions, and the performance of them took up some time. I also called to see Mr. Everett and talk with him about my Article. He said he should like to have it and I concluded on the whole to send it to him. We talked of politics and of speaking after which I paid a short visit to his brother Mr. Peabody and Mrs. Everett.1 This over, I thought it a favourable season to drop a Card for Mr. Blake, and one also for my old acquaintance Mrs. 354Tarbell,2 which is all the visiting I propose for the present. Returned home and passed the afternoon in writing over my Article with which I am again becoming disgusted. The ideas seem trite and the language diffuse. But I am resolved to try at all events, and see what practice may do.

Evening, Corinne with my Wife. Mr. and Mrs. Frothingham came in to tell us of an accident which had happened to Horatio Brooks at Fresh Pond. The particulars were not stated but from what could be gathered, it was ascertained that he had broken his Leg. This is an accident extremely unfortunate at this particular season. It is one of those troubles that will happen to disturb and confound all one’s equanimity.3 John Gorham also called in for half an hour.