The North east wind again brought drizzle and cold. I had engaged Mr. Walsh to go out with me and examine a site at Quincy for my house. But the weather not admitting of walking in grass, I went alone, merely for the purpose of superintending the ground and seeing the Tenant Mr. Carr. When I got there Mrs. Kirk wished to see me and made a demand for some of the money due to her by me. She is Bank mad like every body else at Quincy. I paid her or rather called over to see Mr. Beale and paid him on her account the interest and half of the Note. She will probably call for the rest at the next Instalment.

The mist was increasing so much that I thought my best way was to return home which I did by twelve o’clock. At the Office saw Mr. Everett—Conversation with him about Hallett and the Newspaper dispute. His position is a singular and amusing one. Home. Read Livy. Afterwards Burnet, and Ariosto. My contemplated journey yet hangs in the wind, very doubtful.1