A most delightful day as I ever felt at this season in this climate. I went to town and passed my time in performing a variety of Commissions and at the Office. My time there was taken up in drawing the Quarterly Account for my father which my occupations this year have extraordinarily delayed. The truth is that he lays these Accounts aside without reading them in such a manner that it seems hardly worth the time it takes to make them.

Mr. Everett was in for a minute or two and seemed to exult in the result of the Elections. He has so much at stake that I do not wonder at it but I see very little to rejoice in.

Returned home and after dinner went up the hill where I found the men working as I did not wish. This I stopped but as they complained that they had not the material I passed much of my time in looking over the Quarries of Hardwick and Colburn to select such material as was wanted. The night was lovely and as I crossed over the hill on my return, I thought I had never seen a more beautiful moonlight scene. Evening, conversation with my father.