Morning at the Office, still cold, Easterly winds. My time taken up with Mr. Spear, who came in from Quincy and made a settlement of his affairs for the year. The accounts from that town are highly favorable to my father’s property there. A degree of enterprise is manifesting itself and supported by Capital which is flowing in from many quarters bids fair to do much for the whole Community. My morning passed away in talking with him and in the subsequent attention to my Accounts so that I had not time even for my Diary.

Home, Livy for a short time, but out to dine at Mr. Brooks’. A small company—Mr. J. Tilden, Mr. R. D. Tucker, F. J. Oliver, Mr. Frothingham, Edward Brooks and myself. Nothing of any consequence—Conversation without much interest. These gentlemen are all very respectable but they are not very interesting.

Home at six, found at the house, Miss H. Miller and E. C. Adams who spent the evening. I thus lounged it away with them and did nothing. Read Swift’s Examiner after they went—But I have not profited as much as I ought from this reading.