Morning cold and cheerless. I went to town and to the House where I was quite occupied in various measures necessary previous to finally locking up all. I removed some of my Wine into my own Closet in order to see whether it would not keep better there than upstairs. Somehow or other I have made a very respectable collection of Wine. With my income this seems a little surprising and my saving as much as I have done. But with caution any thing is possible in this world. The only thing is to keep a proper attention to the adaptation of means to end beforehand.

I went afterwards to the Gallery and spent an hour very agreeably. Then to the Tremont House where I dined. Afterwards I went up to the House, superintended the departure of the last of my Servants, 303locked up the House, and proceeded to Medford. Quiet Evening. Read an Article in the Edinburgh Review upon the character of Hambden which I admired.1 Read four Ramblers today.