Clear but cool. Office. Afternoon at Quincy. Evening, visits.

The day was fine though windy and cold. At the Office I continued my labours with great steadiness considering every thing, made some progress but not enough. Mr. Hunt again here and anxious to know if I had read Tucker which I have not. Promised him I would look at it tomorrow.

Ajax. After dinner, to Quincy with my boy John. Found nobody at work. But I set about my part of the labour vigorously and succeeded before night in setting all the trees that I had procured excepting one bundle which was put away until Monday.

Home at sunset after calling at Mrs. Adams for a moment. Although fatigued I called with my Wife upon Mrs. Ritchie and not finding her at home we went to Edward Brooks where we spent the evening. Home to read Tucker.