A colder day and far more like Winter. I went to the Office and made my arrangement in consequence of a letter from my Father to deposit a certain sum in cash to meet his Check.1 A certain Deacon Adams came from Quincy and sat all the morning. His object to give notice of a certain trespass done by a man in Quincy in cutting by mistake the limb of a particular oak tree much valued by my father. But he talked about every thing, and among other things about my father’s property. As he seemed to entertain the inflated notion so very prevalent in Quincy, I thought it a very fit moment to go pretty 67largely into a statement of the facts of the case. And limiting myself entirely to the truth of the case as it is at this moment, I hope I have sown a seed which will prevent some inconvenience in future; and thus yield good fruit.

Short walk. Ovid. Afternoon amused myself with reading d’Israeli and a new number of the Quarterly Review. In the evening, I attended a Meeting of the Directors of the Boylston Market and subsequently the annual meeting of the Proprietors. Very few there. Organization as usual. Afterwards a Meeting of the New board at which there was a discussion of a new Fish Market. This was carried and a Committee raised to execute it. I think there is too much of this building, and if I can get a good price I think I shall sell for Thomas at least. Home late.