Beautiful day. I was very much occupied this morning so as to make it entirely impossible for me to execute my promise to Mr. Ladd. My Accounts just at this time are always somewhat important and my arrears of Diary always grow with my occupations. I have succeeded in assorting all the correspondence of Washington and Jefferson with my grandfather and took them this morning to the binder’s to be done up. This is something.

I send away daily a few more numbers of my Appeal. But no one yet 241does me the favor to intimate there is any such thing in existence. Can this last? Have I written and published entirely in vain?

Walk, which I am now driven to make short, and home. Afternoon taken up in writing. I continue my practice of copying such papers of a valuable character as I have found in the course of my examination of these papers. This took my Afternoon. In the evening I remained at home and read to my Wife from Beckfords little sketch of a visit to a couple of Portuguese Monasteries.1