Morning rain but cleared. To town. Afternoon at home. Evening at Mrs. T. B. Adams’.

I went to town this day, but not much of importance to do. Looked over my accounts and found my affairs better than I anticipated. The time for my annual balancing is now coming round. I shall then have occupation enough. A few trifling commissions.

In the Afternoon which was short in consequence of a dinner delayed for the return of my Wife who had gone to Boston, read Lucan 3. 300–535. The same general characteristics throughout. Much sprightly vigor with excess. Also Grimm which is my delassement.1

I went up in the evening to see Mrs. T. B. Adams and her family. Mrs. Angier is now there.