Morning passed in attention to affairs at the Office. Brought up my Accounts, arranged Mr. Johnson’s Affairs, converted my money and so forth. It is one indication of the changes of life that I cannot move as I used to. So many things require my personal attention and care and so many depend upon me that it is like tearing a tree by the roots. Home to dinner, after which packing. The day before a journey is commonly a Wasted and bustling day. Disposed of the remainder of the coins and put them away. Evening, finished the sixth volume of Walter Scott and had Mr. and Mrs. Frothingham to spend two hours very agreeably. Then to bed well fatigued.