I went down to the Office early with the view of going to Quincy in the Plymouth Stage at 10 o’clock. But after waiting I found it full. I was so anxious about the bill for lumber of which I had heard nothing, and so doubtful whether the weather hereafter would permit me so easily to go that I concluded to take a chaise and horse and go alone. This I did.

Made a settlement with the man who was very reasonable and made all the deductions after which I got into the gig and came home before dinner, thus finishing this matter at once. I am glad to get that so well settled. But I was much chilled by my ride and felt severely my cold.

Afternoon, reading some French Newspapers published here they want me to subscribe to. I rather waste my time and must begin to go back to the MS. Evening at home. My Wife read to me from Lamartine whose book I rather like.