Cloudy and with a high Southerly wind but exceedingly warm. I went into town with Mr. Brooks. Time consumed in Office, business—Rents, Money, Athenaeum &ca. I barely read a few lines in the new Number of the North American and did not much like those. How fast time flies in a morning.

Home. Mr. and Mrs. Frothingham dined with us and we had a pleasant time. There has been much conversation about an arrangement for Mr. Brooks this Winter. He has been inclining very much to ask me to sell my House and take the Lease of his, provided that he remain in the House as Winter tenant. He has been much inclined to ask my Wife to go there, and spend the Winter without reference to further measures. There are difficulties in all the arrangements. My intention has been and is, if I can get good accommodations to go to Washington. But if my Wife inclined to accommodate her father, I would consent to her going and I was to go merely to Washington and home again for a month. In the meantime Mr. Brooks hit upon another arrangement with his Sister which suits him in many respects far better. But he remains balancing and undulating like a pendulum. In the mean while I am waiting for information form Washington.1

Evening quietly at home I read a good deal of the criticism upon Ovid and was pleased with it, also German.