The day was bright but the wind had come round from the north and gave us a very different temperature. I was occupied during my morning rather more usefully than common. Read the remainder of the seventh book of the Iliad and a good deal of Malthus whose book does not appear to me nearly so good as his preface promised. I also superintended much of the labour upon the hill and went down to Mr. Greenleaf’s wharf and took a bath. The air was cold to be sure but I enjoyed it’s bracing freshness after the fatigue and heat of yesterday.

Afternoon, engaged principally upon the hill in hastening the work which lags. Evening, the ladies out to tea. I played Loto with the children until they went to bed, after which I walked to Mrs. Adams’. As usual, a large family. A round game1 and home.