Morning mild and pleasant but it gradually clouded. I went to the Office and was busied as usual in and out in Accounts and the various commissions preparatory to going away. Procured a copy of Mr. Biddle’s letter and read it with much attention. I think it of so much consequence that I shall endeavour to write an attempt at an answer. I do not know how I may succeed but my motive is good. Various interruptions.

Home, but I give up my Sophocles until I am established in Quincy. Afternoon, went with Mr. Brooks, Mrs. Frothingham and Abby to Medford. We to see Mrs. Adams and Elizabeth. The latter has been very ill since her return. These visits are necessarily melancholy. I would gladly help them if I could, but that kind of grief is remediless in this world. Home.