A lovely morning. I thought I would ride to Quincy and observe the progress which was making besides the chance that my father might arrive. My ride was delightful. I followed the most picturesque of the smaller roads which winds and winds in many ways, but I enjoyed the air and the breeze which for once was not decidedly east. Found the house but not it’s master. Engaged in arranging engravings as well as I could, and distributing them in the various rooms.1 Progress not very rapid however. Looked upon the garden. On the whole, I had far less than usual of the cheerless feeling which seems to spread itself round the old Mansion in Quincy.

Returned home in good season for dinner. Miss Julia Gorham dined with us. Afternoon I read Botta, but was interrupted by Conant who came to pay money on Acct. at Weston. Our settlement is usually long, and it was this day longer from the fact that all my Papers were at the Office. However we accomplished our purpose, and I received a sum of Money which does something to set up my funds again. Evening not being able to obtain Tickets for the Theatre we remained very quietly at home. Read a little of Twelfth Night. Afterwards, Chateaubriand.