Fine clear and cool morning. I went to town with my child Louisa who is to stay a few days at the house in Boston. Very busy in various occupations. Diary and business. Called at Mr. Russell’s and learnt the cost of printing. It is too much and I am discouraged.

Met Mr. Degrand on change and he has just come from Philadelphia and brought with him some U.S. Bank Stock. I was tempted and made him an offer which he took up so that I was obliged to run round to borrow the money. This is an unusual business with me and I met with a refusal at the Savings’ Bank and State Bank which discouraged me. There is a pressure beginning as has been expected. The President of the latter Institution promised me however that if the State of the Institution would admit of it on Monday I should have the loan. I was obliged to be content but think I shall not borrow often.

Home at noon. After dinner, assorting papers as usual, and read a little, but my spirits were low. Why I should be such a fool, my property being already large enough, to borrow money for the purpose of making it larger puzzles me, but so it is. My mind could easily be upset by getting engaged in such things. It is gambling of which I have always been in such dread. Evening quiet at home.