The air was perfectly clear this morning and cool enough to be very agreeable. I went to town accompanied by my man John, and drove in the horse I brought yesterday. He was by the aid of the contrivance of yesterday entirely under control and seemed to be docile and tractable, without tricks.

I was much occupied at the house and in various ways today. Accounts more especially. A call from Dr. King the electrician who had much to say of his experiments, and of my house.1 Home by half after twelve taking with me another horse for trial. And if I had so much work yesterday to stop the one, I had nearly as much to get the other on. He was slow and awkward.

Afternoon reading Pliny and feeling somewhat stiff from my yesterday effort, to remove which I resorted to the spade and rake. Short evening and retire early.