Morning clear, and a pleasant day, time as usual. Evening at Edward Brooks’.

There is no very important record to be made of my mornings. They pass in conning over newspapers, reading accounts and paying money the whole process of which however interesting does not make much figure in a Diary.

Electra in which I make rather slow progress also. After dinner, 169continue the coins which now come down to Maximin. I begin to see the end.

Evening, by request, went down to Edward Brooks to see his Wife who is without occupation and therefore catches events to be delighted with such as that of the marriage of Miss Sumner this day to Mr. Nathan Appleton.1 Here is one of the Revolutions of this life, a transfer at a bound from extreme penury to unlimited abundance. Miss Sumner yesterday a lady of a certain age with little attention but from her rather oldish friends, is today Mrs. Appleton the Wife of a millionaire. Conversation with Edward very pleasant as it always is. Home at ten. Crevier.