Morning pleasant and warm with a hazy atmosphere more common in hot climates than here. I went to town and was occupied pretty 266constantly. Went to my House where I copied a letter I had written to T. B. Adams.1 Received a letter from T. B. Johnson, dated at Paris May 14.2 He seems in better spirits than he has been but does not think of moving. Got a note from Mr. C. P. Curtis requesting more copies of my Pamphlet.3 He seems the only person who keeps it in mind. I sent him a dozen, having some time since, ceased to circulate any myself. Some time passed in accounts and commissions and then home.

Afternoon upon the hill. The work goes on rather slowly. I wasted my time somewhat in superintendence. Evening at home quietly. Conversation with my father. Public affairs, which seem to his mind to be of engrossing interest.