Fine day. To town. Afternoon and evening at home, family and visiters.

The weather has been uncommonly fine thus far in the Autumn and the frosts set in quite late. This is much pleasanter for us who found last season very uncomfortable owing to the quantity of rainy weather we experienced during this month.

I went to town and was incessantly occupied with the accounts of the quarter and various duties. I am pressing the settlement of T. B. A’s affairs which have already been hanging too long. Home.

Afternoon, Tacitus, Dialogue of Orators. I begin to incline against his being the Author. We had in the evening, the family and Mr. and Mrs. Lunt with her sister Mrs. Robbins. The news is only of some very remarkable and extensive fires in New York. Otherwise, the public is in a state of calm.