The Community here is now very much agitated by the bursting of the credit bubble which has been blown up within two years. The Chelsea Bank broke yesterday and today some very extensive private concerns.1 I have not been disappointed in any of my calculations, and my pamphlet although denied every opportunity of a public appearance by the combination of political motives, contains matter for reflection, not entirely lost in this Community.

To the Office where I was occupied as usual in drawing up Accounts. This took me until my hour for home and Greek, in which I think I make progress.

Afternoon, Mr. Walsh and I had agreed to take the railway cars as far as Brighton for the purpose of visiting the nursery of Winships, and procuring some trees, it being now the season of setting out.2 But we had made a mistake in the hour and were there too late. So we concluded not to be balked and I went in my Gig. We spent a couple of hours in looking over the Nursery which is large but I was disappointed very much in the character of the trees, which are not nearly so good as the chance ones I got from a person I pitched upon in the street some years ago. I was also disgusted with the rough and unbusinesslike airs of the managers.

Home by seven. We had a few friends, W. G. Brooks and his wife and her sisters, Mr. Brooks, P. C. Jr. and wife, Mr. Frothingham, his Wife and son. Supper slight. I felt head achy.