Clear. To town. Afternoon at home. Evening at the Mansion.

I went to town this morning, partly for the sake of accommodating my father who wished to go and partly to superintend the repairs going on in Acorn Street. I was also engaged in other business, particularly in attempting to bring to a close the accounts of the Estate of T. B. Adams. This has been hanging on a great while, and still bids fair to trouble me somewhat.

Returned to dinner. Afternoon, Tacitus, the fragment remaining of the fifth book with nine sections of the sixth. The dark period of the 272reign of Tiberius developes itself by degrees and shocks one more and more at every step. Evening at my father’s. Nothing new.