Morning very fine. I went to the Custom House in order to get my Wife’s things and was detained there an hour. The arrival of two or three large vessels within a day or two had made a crowd. But I was much struck with the active, business like manner of the Officers, who

expedited things quite as much as the nature of the details would allow.

Having got through there, I no sooner reached the Office, than I found Mr. Carr from Quincy, and after him, Deacon Spear and Mr. Whiting, the Mason. Mr. Carr came about his Mortgage. He had one ready executed but it would not answer inasmuch as he had not put land enough in it and had no clause of Fire Insurance. I filled out a form for him and he promised to come in early next week and get it. Mr. Spear brought me the new Certificates of Canal Stock, and I had some talk with him about the carting necessary to be done out of Boston. I also had an understanding with Mr. Whiting about the very unfair manner in which he treated me in the case of the bricks. He seemed to become sensible of it, although he said he thought little of it when he did it. He offered to make it up and was in all respects so reasonable that I decided upon retaining him to do the work about which I had doubted.

Thus the morning passed and I had only time to despatch a few of my pamphlets. They are out today.1 My diffidence in the merit of the production grows rather than diminishes, but it is now beyond my reach and I can say that it is my winter’s product.

Home. Then to Mr. Brooks’ to dine. Venison. The company consisted of the male members of the family and Mr. P. R. Dalton. Home early. Evening quietly at home. Lamartine, and afterwards Chateaubriand.