Morning cloudy without rain. Went to the Office and from thence to collect Dividends. This with Accounts and lounging consumed my morning. Thomas Doyle called upon me to apply for a situation as Gardener and Coachman at Quincy. I could not give him much of an answer but promised to write to Washington and get word from there in a week.

Walk and home. Mr. Brooks and Mrs. Everett, Mr. and Mrs. Frothingham dined with us, and we had a pleasant time. I afterwards wrote to my Mother1 and as I could do nothing, sat down to the luxury I do not often allow myself, of reading the Mille et une Nuits. I remember the Stories distinctly but I enjoy them far more than I did from the greater relish my not often reading works of a similar description givess me. Evening quietly at home. Read Manoeuvring and afterwards instead of German went on with the Arabian Tales.