Another frost and the day cold although much pleasanter than it has been. I accompanied Mr. Brooks to town, after reading an hour in Ortis, a sort of crazy book of Italian sentiment. The language is charming from its soft sounds notwithstanding. Engaged much of my morning at the house, copying a letter of mine to T. B. Adams1 and finishing off the semi-annual Account which is on the whole a respectable one. I was also occupied in overlooking work for Agency. My Carpenter is a very clever man, but is fond of making new work when old will answer as well. Home to dinner notwithstanding a call to attend a Meeting of the Boylston Market Directors. I have got tired of this business and was elected on a tacit understanding that if not convenient I should absent myself. Madame de Stael and Ovid, Hypermnestra to Lynceus. Quiet evening. My Wife does not recover very rapidly from her cold. Mr. Calhoun’s Speech.2