A beautiful day. I remained at home again all day, and in the morning began a fair draught of my remarks after going through with the material parts of Mr. Vaughan’s book. I accomplished nearly five pages which I think I materially improved. And the passage of time was hardly perceptible to me.

My mother and Wife went into Boston in the Afternoon, but I concluded to remain. My Afternoon’s work did not however satisfy me quite as well as the morning. I read the Preface to Fox’s Historical Work,1 with which I was on the whole quite pleased. I also went down to the Wharf below Mr. Greenleaf’s and took a Salt-Water bath. The first this Season. The water was exceedingly pleasant. And I enjoyed myself much more than I had anticipated. The practice of moderate bathing, I believe to be one of the most wholesome possible.

Evening at home, all our evenings are peculiarly cold for the Season.