Our Season is fine but uncommonly dry. I went to the Office, and read the Volume of Jefferson’s Memoir with the single interruption caused by Mr. S. Burril from Quincy on a promising expedition for his rent. Nothing important transpired. The Market for Money is said to be easier, but the distress and consequent loss by forcing sales is still great.

I dined at P. C. Brooks Jrs. with Mr. Brooks, Mr. Story and Mr. Frothingham. Nothing interesting. Conversation flagged. Returned home but did little or nothing. Evening quiet at home. Read part of Ennui, and afterward German.