Morning cloudy with a cold wind and altogether uncomfortable. I read Boswell as usual and went to the Office where my time was taken up in my regular duties of drawing up Accounts and writing my Diary. As this is nearly the close of the Quarter, it made me a little more busy than usual. I therefore accomplished the work of du Haillan but rather superficially.

Went to the Boylston Market and drew up the Record of the Director’s Meeting of yesterday. Then a short walk and I stopped in to see the furniture of Wm. H. Eliot’s House which is about to be sold.1 It is very genteel, and just what I should have thought expedient for a gentleman of fortune. His moving from it a little surprises me. Probably he was governed by circumstances different from his immediate wishes.

Afternoon, copied my last Letter to my Father and that to Mr. Stetson and read the second Oration against Catiline which did not appear to me particularly remarkable. Evening, Parry, Boswell and the Spectator.