A clear and warm morning again. My time spent much as usual. I had made an engagement with Mr. Johnson who is the Agent of the Railway Company to call for me to go and see the land for which they have been applying for some time past. But he did not come. I read my usual quantity of Livy, containing the account of Scipio’s mode of suppressing the mutiny of the troops in Spain, and wrote an article criticising the Whig State Address.

The workmen still go on with their work but as yet find no water. Mr. Spear’s men were clearing the ground of rocks today. As I was standing there Mr. Hardwick came along and made an application to try the rocks on the lower end of the Farm not far from where Dutton has gone. I told him he might try. Accordingly when I went over in the afternoon I found that he and his men were hard at work although there was not much of promise in the appearance of the rock. I called 99also at Colburn’s ledge and took an account. They are very much encouraged here. My father walked over the ground with me.

Evening at home. Mrs. T. B. Adams and L. C. Smith dined and spent the evening in cards. My boy John Quincy this day three years old. Not so well as he commonly is, but I have reason to be grateful for his preservation thus far.