A warm morning. I remained at Quincy throughout the day and passed it in uncommon indolence. Much of it was taken up in conversation with my Mother and Walter Hellen and Isaac H. Adams who passed the day here. I did make considerable and encouraging progress in my German book nevertheless and read my usual portion of Ovid in the third book of the Tristia. Also took a bath at Mr. Greenleaf’s wharf at noon with my father. Thus I have a pretty thorough analysis of my day.

My father did not converse much as he is engaged in writing A Report upon the Harvard University Affairs.1 My Mother seems in far better spirits than I anticipated, but she gives an Account of Washington affairs which is truly bad enough—An immense sacrifice of property to negligence and fraud.