Extreme heat. At home. Bath after dinner. Evening at the Mansion.

The morning was one of the warmest we have in the course of a year, but it brought on a very violent thunder shower which qualified the heat. I occupied myself very quietly in sketching some remarks upon a late Pamphlet of Alexander Hamilton’s upon the state of the currency. Mr. Hunt promises to keep me occupied quite as much as I desire.

Texier and Lessing. The storm distracted my attention a little. After dinner, Tacitus, but I took my two boys John and Charles with me to Mount Wollaston where we enjoyed a salt water bath. They appear to have conquered their apprehension of it but have not yet sufficient familiarity to attempt to swim. I did not make out to read more than twelve sections. Evening at the Mansion.