Clear. Office. Accounts, division as usual. Evening out.

My morning was very much taken up in accounts. I transacted business with the Treasurer of the South Cove Corporation, and took deeds and gave Mortgages for the lands which had fallen to my share. This operation involves me in a considerable debt, in addition to that which the original shares create. But in looking upon the probabilities of the future, and the transition state in which all kinds of property are likely to be while the question of the currency remains unsettled, I think the probabilities of permanency and ultimate value are in favor of land so that I intend as fast as possible to convert my personal property into that shape. I do not know whether I have been fortunate in my selections. Time can only determine that. And my children may perhaps draw the benefit.

Home. Alcestis. After dinner coins as usual and now and then Crevier. Evening. Visit to Mr. and Mrs. Tarbell. I had not been to see them for many years until I thought they began to feel it, so I made up my mind to go. Miss Anna Thaxter there.1 Wrote a letter to my father.2