My morning was passed as usual. At the Office busy in my Diary which I at last brought up to its proper position, and in Accounts. I have sold enough to clear off the draught based upon the New England Co’s shares and a little more, and I propose to go on with the sales as the Market will bear them. I finished the business with the Life Office and on the whole felt considerably easier than heretofore. Although my mind was anxious from my eldest child’s appearing unwell. On returning home I advised sending for a physician but after dinner, she seemed much better. I took my walk and read Ovid as usual. Afternoon, the Official Correspondence of Mr. Jay and the period of my grandfather’s residence in England. Edward Brooks came in to see Abby and we conversed a little while. In the evening I began 35a new book of Miss Austen’s.1 Finished Emilia Galotti, which is a piece of much power. The plot is rather bald, but well put together and the catastrophe affecting, excepting that virtue suffers and vice goes unpunished.