The weather continued as oppressively warm as heretofore. I occupied myself in an examination of the matter of the Essay I propose to write. It must take much time and after all may be beyond my ability. Went to the Office, and finished the correction of the Bible Letters. Some of them have evident errors in the Text, there are also injuries done to the Manuscript, both of which render a revision by the Author desirable.

I went down to the Athenaeum to look at the Pictures, but it was so very warm I felt as if I could not stay. Returning home I found my Mother preparing to go home to Quincy as the Carriage had come, bringing in Mrs. Nowlan and the Child.1 My father though he had intended it,2 was dissuaded by the severity of the day. I thought I had repaired the breach in my Household but found I had not as the Man I had engaged disappointed me. This is troublesome. Afternoon, accomplished a very large portion of the Fourteenth and Fifteenth Books of the Letters, being those to his Wife Terentia and to Cassius and others. The single letter of Cato is a Jewel.

Mrs. Nowlan remained in town today. My Wife and Child are doing as well as the heat of the Weather will permit. In some things this is advantageous, for it prevents taking cold.3 Evening, continued Grahame, whose book I admire more and more. It is worth putting forward as a Text book of our early History.