Fine morning after a gentle rain during the night. I went to the Office after writing a good deal of my new draught of my numbers. The Centinel in reply to me is so feeble that I consider the question for the most part abandoned by it.1 I have now nothing left but the Appeal which I am going to subject to my father’s examination although I know it will discourage me.2 After a visit from Mr. Walsh and working upon my Accounts I returned home and wrote the remainder of the morning finishing the argumentative part of the second number.

Mr. Frothingham and Mr. Davis dined with me and had a pleasant time after which the latter accompanied me to Quincy. We found my father and mother quite nicely and the former in an agreeable, talkative mood. We thus enjoyed an agreeable discussion upon matters of 160literature, history and government in which my father as usual showed his extraordinary powers of memory. I think this is the defect of my education.

After remaining there until after tea, we left. I called upon Mrs. T. B. Adams for the purpose of having off my mind the payment of money which she must need. Found her at Mrs. Miller’s whither I followed her. The intrusion was perhaps thought singular with so great a collection of ladies, but I accomplished my work and then returned home to Boston which we reached late.