Pleasant morning and not too warm. I went to town and occupied myself at my Office as usual. The announcement of the arrival of the Asiatic Cholera on this side of the Atlantic at Quebec, seems to have excited great uneasiness and alarm.1 For my part if it did any good to worry one’s self at an irremediable evil, I certainly would do so, but as it does not, I hold the proper course to be to submit without any murmur to the dispensations of Providence. Called to see Mr. Brooks and performed some Commissions. A loose hour was devoted to reading Gibbon superficially. Returned to Quincy. Afternoon reading Hume whose history is nothing more than an Apology. Quiet evening. A thunder shower.