Morning at the Office as usual but my time as unsatisfactorily accounted for as at any time. I wrote and read a little of Enfield walked down into State Street to see if I could not find Mr. Curtis, to tell him of the answer made by my father upon his proposition, relating to the Affairs of Mr. Boylston.1 Called in to see Mr. Brooks and read a little of the Newspapers at the Reading Room and besides a walk, thus went the day.

My Wife was quite unwell today and disturbed by some domestic trouble—Our household having got into difficulty. She went to Medford with Mrs. Frothingham and I spent a long afternoon in finishing the Oration for Roscius of Ameria, and began the review after reading my father’s letters upon it.2

How wonderful when I come to think of it, that in the midst of the heat of his Presidential situation he could find time and inclination to write such Letters. Is there another man like him at present in public life. Perhaps Mr. E. Everett, in point of acquirement, but in moral feeling not one.

A short evening in which we did nothing. I afterwards read Vossius upon Figurative Language and finished with the usual Numbers of the Tatler which have become dry.