Foggy with the Wind from the Eastward but it did not rain. I rode to town and was moving about some time. Went to the House and found that they had accomplished the business of whitening which is so much more done, but the Carpenter had not been. He is always the one behind hand. The Painter begins Monday or Tuesday, and 150his work is the principal business. I hope this will be all over in a week’s time, as I begin to feel anxious to get the house inhabitable.

Called by Appointment at Mrs. Frothingham’s, to meet my Mother who came in with Mrs. J. Adams. Found the former and agreed to meet her at noon at the Harding rooms. I then called upon Miss Julia Gorham with a Note from my Wife.1 The object was to explain her not writing sooner. Thence to the Office where I could stay but little. At Harding’s room where the Tam o’Shanter Statues are, we found many Ladies of our acquaintance. They and the Statues engrossed all the time until one o’clock.

I was grieved to hear of the dangerous illness of Henry Brooks at New York.2 His father left town this morning to see him. Home to dinner. Afternoon Virgil and copying Letters. Quiet evening. President Quincy took tea here. Legends of the Library at Lilies.3