Fine morning. Engaged at my Office in writing my Diary which has fallen behind hand and finishing the Draughts of Leases which I had made for Quincy. At Noon I attended a Stock Sale but purchased nothing. I afterwards made a Contract however with Mr. Brooks who had more than he wanted, for some Shares in the Union Bank for T. B. Adams. This purchase strips me of every thing I have in every capacity. But it is an object to get through with the business of discharging those children1 at all events. I took a walk as usual.

In the afternoon I read my usual quantities of Spanish and Italian. But wasted the Evening excepting that I resumed the reading of the Bible to my Wife which had been some time interrupted. Received this morning a short but kind letter from my father.2 Nothing else material.