The day was cloudy with occasional heavy showers of rain but it finally cleared away. I remained at home but did not accomplish much. The pain in my teeth though coming on only occasionally was enough to keep me uneasy, and a considerable time devoted to a correction of Manuscripts of my Grandfather’s Journals cut up the remainder of the morning. I pasted in labels of my father’s books for the rest of the time before dinner.

This day was fixed for a dinner party. Mr. Brooks and Mr. Frothingham, Dr. Waterhouse and Mr. Henry Ware were to have dined here. The two first only came—The invitation having, by accident, been without limitation to them and excepting the weather in the other case. We had a pleasant dinner notwithstanding. The Afternoon however was consumed as almost all my other time is. Indeed I am running up a heavy account in this respect. In the evening, quiet at home.