Fine day and warm. Morning as usual. After dinner to Quincy. Evening at home.

I was at the Office but unable to execute as much of my Review as I wished. This matter now begins to press and I must resort to some mode of hurrying myself. What with Mr. Hunt and Dr. Palfrey and my House and the Agency affairs, I am rather driven.

Home to read a little of Ajax. I have now arrived very nearly the termination and yet shall probably find it more difficult to reach that than going all the preceding way.

After dinner I went to Quincy, the wind being mild and allowing a dismissal of the surtout. I however attended as well as I could to what was left to be done. The man to build the wall was there and announced a deficiency in material.

Home late. Short evening. I went to work upon the final draft of the paper for Mr. Hunt and executed a large part of it but not the whole. The deficiency is in the necessity of consuming much time, occasionally to hunt up small facts.