This being a sultry morning and my child suffering severely from an attack of Cholera Morbus and subsequent fever, I arose early and took the bath to refresh myself. My spirits rather heavy from the anxiety always attendant upon sick children.

Went to town with Mr. Brooks. Received a Note from my father informing me of my mother’s sickness, and her change of intention respecting her journey this week.1 Occupied at office. Wrote arrears of Diary, and accounts, after which I tried to draught something for the Newspapers. Just as I was getting in the vein, it was time to return to Medford.

Quiet afternoon for once. Read Madame de Maintenon and Ovid. The Child’s fever appeared very much subdued though not completely. I accompanied my Wife this evening to see the Miss Osgoods, a few persons, Mrs. Angier, Elizabeth, &ca. Only an hour. Read the last Essays of Elia.2