I went to town this morning alone. Nothing material. Busy all the morning in making up arrears which continue to press upon me. Also in accounts. Went up to my father’s buildings in Tremont Street to collect some rent of a Tenant, thence to my own house where I copied into my Letter book my missive to the Antimasons, thence again to the Office to write. Thus my time went. Home. Showery with heavy rain towards evening.

Afternoon, just as I was sitting down coolly to my reading, a Carriage drove up with company. Mrs. Sidney Brooks with Mr. and Mrs. Barclay of New York and a daughter about nine years old, and a Mr. Hood, a very Ignorant Englishman. I took no great pleasure from the visit and was glad when it was over.

Finished the German story. We were invited to spend the evening out this evening but the rain and the company prevented. Louisa being taken sick in the night made it very uneasy to us.