Mild and cloudy. Office, thence to Roxbury. Evening, Concert.

My Wife was taken suddenly sick in the night and continued so through the day. Her health is my greatest cause of anxiety. At the Office where my time was taken up by Deacon Spear, Mr. Stanwood and others. Buckingham publishes my last number today. Much ado about nothing.

Instead of dinner, I was obliged to go to Roxbury today to make my return of Inventory and Affidavit of Notice1 both of which I succeeded in accomplishing and returned home by three.

Continued my work on coins, and in the evening attended a Concert of Mr. Russell. The music by him and De Begnis. Hardly variety enough. Mr. Russell is too much of a mannerist so that his style palls upon too frequent repetition. De Begnis is a very good buffo singer and several of his pieces pleased me much. There were one or two glees well sung but not in themselves remarkable. The house was very full.