The day warm with clouds and showers. Morning Office. Afternoon to Quincy.

I was occupied at the Office in the morning with a variety of Accounts. Settled the business of Mr. Oliver1 and transacted some for Mr. Johnson. He sends for his Money exactly as if it was all in my hands at six per cent interest and payable on demand too. Luckily his letter came twenty four hours before it would have been too late and I this morning remitted to him his whole balance.2

Afternoon to Quincy. It was so showery that I could do nothing and indeed there is not much to do beyond giving orders. I feel now a strong inclination for the quiet of the country and to be once more at my studies and my occupations in writing. Last Summer was the most methodical I ever passed. Home quite late.