Warm. I passed an hour at home upon my collection and then to the Office. My time was so taken up in certain commissions of all sorts prior to my going to Quincy that I could not do even my ordinary work. Mr. Quincy Tufts called upon me for the purpose of consulting 189upon one piece of land which was forgotten in the distribution of Norton Quincy’s Estate.1 I promised to see about it. This was the day fixed for going to Quincy to spend some weeks. My wife started accordingly, shortly after twelve o’clock. And after going through a great many little details necessary previous to departure, I went myself. Arrived shortly after two. Family as usual. We leave the boy in town although I much dislike the fancy. Afternoon, read a little of Thiers and of Madame du Deffand. Conversation. The day was cooler as it grew later and we had a shower of rain. Evening quiet.