I went to Market as usual upon the morning preceding Thanksgiving day and found the price of Poultry by the extortion of the venders 220who attempt a monopoly so high that I declined buying any at all. And my general purchases were very slight. Occupied some time in running about to procure a pew at the Meeting house in Chauncy place and finally succeeded in taking one in the Gallery, which I occupied last Sunday.

The remainder of the morning passed in reading the Parliamentary Debates. I find nothing satisfies me after the speech of Mr. Burke. Afternoon, Lord Bacon, Novum Organum, and in the evening, besides Virgil I began Smith’s Theory of Moral Sentiments. Read to my Wife from the Psalms and Tom Jones.