My youngest boy Charles has been so unwell for some days as to be under the management of Dr. Woodward who has plied him hard with strong medicine. I went to town this morning taking with me one of our women, Catherine who has been with the children latterly, and bringing out Mrs. Fields their regular nurse. My time was much engrossed by applications from Tenants, by a call at one of the houses in Tremont Street, and by a visit to Mr. Brooks about the Somerset Court 332affair.1 Upon reflection, I preferred to throw off the whole of the odium of making a profit out of the transaction. Home. Afternoon, busy in planting raspberry and straw berry vines upon my ground. Evening, continued my work.