Morning cloudy but it afterwards cleared away. I went to the Office and was engaged in my usual series of avocations. Of these it is not often that reading can be said to make any considerable part. Money Affairs consequent upon the commencement of the Quarter, Accounts to be regulated, Dividends to be obtained and money to be deposited take up time. I was also today engaged in finishing the Leases of the House 105 Tremont Street. I have succeeded in advancing the Rent. My labours in this may have brought me back considerably from the very depressed condition in which the Property was shortly after I assumed the management. I can confidently affirm, that in point of paying character in the Tenants, and condition of the Houses in regard to Repair, my father’s Estate is really more valuable by twenty per Cent than it has been for many years.

Instead of walking, I was obliged to go down to see a Wardrobe which my Wife was in treaty for. This consumed the whole hour. After dinner, Botta and Schiller. My Wife though still sick with a cold, went to Mrs. Frothingham’s to tea. I made up for my morning’s omission by reading the second Satire of Horace’s Second book, comparing Pope’s imitation.

Went down after my Wife at a little after eight. Gorham Brooks and his Wife there. They go to Mr. Brooks’ at Medford tomorrow, to spend the Summer. He has sold his own pretty Estate obtained by her.1 Returned home by ten.