Fine day. After walking up to the house at the corner of Tremont Street1 to see that the painter was at his work, I returned to the usual duties at the Office and various commissions. But I had several hours in which I could work more steadily than usual at accounts and thus made preparation for the annual balance which I am accustomed to make for July. This is a vexatious affair, for trifles frequently give one very great inconvenience. I was quite uninterrupted until the time for me to return home.

After dinner, went to Quincy. One great load of things gone out hardly relieves the weight of things to be sent but it at least appears like removal. Arranged as many books as I had and gave other directions, until sunset when I drove to Mrs. Adams’, to see her. Found Elizabeth looking better and Mr. and Mrs. Angier there, but I stayed only a few minutes before going home. Evening quiet and short.