Pleasant morning. I went to the Office and was intending to do up all the writing in my Diary, but one interruption after another left me pretty much where it found me. Mr. Hurlbert came in about his rent. Then Mr. Walsh, then Mr. Spear from Quincy with questions relating to the management of matters there, and lastly Mr. T. K. Davis with some Bowdoin Prize Dissertations of which I am to be one of three Judges to award to the best a Prize. Much talk. He has just 245returned from a pedestrian excursion to the White Mountains and from thence to Lake George, is much delighted as well as renovated by it. Home late. I directly started for Quincy with my Wife and Louisa, there to dinner, family much as usual. Conversation with my father.

My Pamphlet. It sells a little better than I anticipated. An order today from Concord for fifty copies, quite helps along. I continue to circulate a few daily. The subject grows more and more important and will in the end excite attention.

The darkness came on more rapidly than I expected. We did not get home to my house until seven o’clock. Evening quiet, but from some unaccountable cause I felt so exceedingly fatigued that I was glad to retire early and leave much undone.