Clouds and showers. At home. Visitors. Evening to Mr. Beale’s.

My time was not very profitably spent today. I finished Silas Deane’s portion of the Diplomatic Correspondence of the Revolution1 and a file of my grandmother’s letters. The rest of the morning was taken up with company. So also in the afternoon I only finished the ninth book of the Pharsalia and about 80 lines of the tenth before Dr. and Mrs. Frothingham came from Boston with three children. He remained but a short time as he was to go to a meeting of the Association of Ministers at Mr. Lunt’s. But the ladies came up from the lower house and so there was nothing to be done. They did not go until eight after which I made a hasty visit to Mr. Beale.