A lovely day. I went to town with Mr. Brooks. Time taken up in some Commissions and at the House where I copied a letter to my father written yesterday and afterwards dispatched it.1 Afterwards, Accounts. Nothing of particular consequence transpired. The prob-315ability seems now to be that Congress will sit until quite late, and very probably the family will scarcely come from Washington at all, or if a short time, not till our engagement at Medford shall be well closed.

Returned to dinner. Afternoon, a little of Mandeville, and Sappho to Phaon which I compared with Pope. Some passages seemed to me better and some poorer. But the general spirit well maintained. Evening, Hume’s Essays. Tried to write a little.