Morning foggy, but it cleared away and left us a fine day though with a cold East Wind. I felt better, though not yet entirely free from pain. My system is in a pretty healthy general condition, but it is subject to attacks from small things, and requires care. I went to Boston and was occupied some time in making some purchases for my Mother of various articles needed for her House. I had also some Commissions for my father upon Money affairs. I had in this way all my time taken up and it became necessary for me to return to Quincy. My Mother and Wife came in this morning and did not return to dinner, so that My father, I. Hull and I dined together.

Afternoon, I read the rest of Cicero for Rabirius Postumus and reviewed the first half. I also looked over a considerable number of Letters, among the rest some of Mr. Jefferson’s and compared them with the printed Collection.1 Found some curious ones omitted. But I do not know that it is not for the better. These old gentlemen were neither of them distinguished for judgment though greatly so for ability. Evening, the Judge came down from his house to pay us a visit. Afterwards I read Grimm and the Spectator.