Warm day. To Boston. After dinner at home, and evening.

I went to town this morning and heard of an accident that befel Mrs. Everett yesterday by which she broke her arm. She is however pretty well under it. Elizabeth C. Adams went with me. I was much taken up in the manner common with me, in small commissions and accounts and in drawing up a statement for the heirs of T. B. Adams whose estate it is now my desire finally to settle. I did not however finish it before it was time to return.

Called on Dr. Bigelow as I went home to consult him about the baby who is teething. Then home which felt agreeably in comparison with the heated atmosphere that I left. A city is not for me in summer. Finished the fifteenth book of the Annals of Tacitus which is the last of the perfect books. What a record of the folly and crime of Nero! A little of Grimm. Evening at my father’s. A most beautiful moonlight night.