Morning fine. I was called to give directions to the Stone cutter who was finishing his work. The house now goes on pretty fast in the finishing and yet there seems to be much to do.

At noon came out Mr. Brooks and Governor Everett who after sitting a little while walked up to see the House. The former appeared very well satisfied with it. I was glad of it as I had feared he might think it extravagant. The expense of it is certainly very much out of proportion with it’s dimensions. And yet I do not see where I have been wrong.

Mr. Brooks went in my Gig to Mr. Quincy’s, and Governor Everett remained until three when he, my father and I went in Mr. Brooks’ barouche to the same place. The company consisted of the Trustees of the Agricultural Society together with a few friends, Mr. Henry, I. P. Davis, and one or two more. It was rather dull and I was glad to get home—and pass a quiet evening. This week has been a very turbulent one, well enough now and then for variety, but by no means to my taste as a manner of living.