Morning warm although the wind had a great effect in cooling the air so as to be tolerable. I concluded not to go to town today, and sat down to my task. But this new Chest has somewhat discouraged me, and my Father’s Apathy adds so much that I decided upon not working all the time as I designed, and instead of it sat down to 62Rousseau’s Emile.1 This is a work on Education which I have been for some time wishing to read. The first book, all I accomplished today, appears to me admirable. It is more practical than he commonly is. Read also a part of the Oration for Milo in review. Half an hour passed in the Articles Rousseau and Voltaire in the Dictionnaire Historique.

Afternoon, my father asked me to accompany him in a visit to Genl. Dearborn at Roxbury. We accordingly rode there through Milton, very pleasantly. Found him and his daughter. Sat two hours a larger part of which I was tete a tete with the latter. And yet she was agreeable enough to get through it—A thing all young ladies could not have done. Returned late. Evening as usual. Grimm and the Spectator.