Morning clear but cold. I went to Quincy where I found things under way. My orders have been nearly all executed and now I know of nothing in this direction which should detain me. Called at the 29Bank to obtain some New York money with only partial success, then to see the painter for some final directions then back to superintend Kirks planting of the thorns. Time only can give beauty to my place from the vegetation which I can only set going. Home after a cold ride.

Dined with my Wife at Mr. Brooks’. Nobody else, and a tolerably pleasant time, then to the Athenaeum where I arranged matters respecting the coins with the librarian. Looked into the New York papers, they take no notice of my articles. The spirit of party is too strong and smothers them as usual. Afternoon, coins but so much fatigued that I worked upon them very languidly. Some pages of Lockhart and Diary. Over tired tonight.