Heavy rain in the morning, but it cleared before night. I went to the Office and was occupied in preparing the Accounts for the case of Mr. Johnson who wishes to know his position. I prepared them all very fully and despatched them before night.1 I then went in quest of some kind of vehicle for my summer use, my gig having given out rather unexpectedly to me. The matter having been expedited, I next turned my attention to the remainder of the orders, most of which I got through with. Thus again went the day.

Home to dinner, weary and somewhat discouraged by this heavy load of small cares. I sometimes feel as if I had done wrong to assume so many of them, and incline to adopt rather a strict system of reduction until I get back. Afternoon packing up books and reading Hindoo manners.2 Perhaps this information may stand me in good stead some time or other. Evening, called upon Sidney Brooks and his Wife and from thence to Edward Brooks’ where were Mr. and Mrs. Frothingham and Mr. W. Boott.3 After an hour’s talk, home.