The weather continues mild and delightful. I took my little girl out with me to walk on the Common. She pines a little for country air. Called at Mrs. Fuller’s about her rent and at Sharpe’s about my cabinet. He is the most tremendous of all procrastinators. He promises to finish today without any intention of performing. I am less satisfied with his inside work than I expected to be. It was late before I got to the Office. Occupied as usual but my Arrears do not yet get up.

My fourth number of the Massachusetts Voter came out this morning. I hope it will take well with all the Antimasons. It is designed to encourage them in their principles and in their efforts. Home in time to read Juvenal whose eighth satire is inimitable and goes home to my heart. This is a luxury worth all the rest. Afternoon, busy in copying out of my Grandfather’s papers. I carry on a great variety of occupations.

My father came in, having been to Cambridge to attend an Exhibition. We spent the evening in conversation until nine when we went 247over to the little party at Mrs. S. B. Barrell’s. Quite mixed and very stupid. Glad to get home.