The morning was foggy but it cleared away and my wife accompanied me to town. My first occupation was to go round to the various places where I had commissions and also to attend to my Accounts. At twelve I went to call upon Mr. and Mrs. Sidney Brooks who have just 261arrived from Europe after a three years absence.1 I found the room full of company, principally of members of the family. He was not at home. His wife looks improved but not much altered by her travels. She has preserved her complexion throughout and now looks like a woman at her meridian with a few indications of decline. Returned to the office where I had a call or two. Then back to Quincy.

The day appeared full of bustle owing to a military parade, but the riot of the other day was hardly remembered. Such is life particularly in America. Afternoon at my House superintending as usual. Then home where I read Wieland. Evening, made a call with my father to see Mr. Whitney, a visit I have owed for some time. He was alone and talked more than usual, but his talk was not profitable.