Cold but clear. Office. Time as usual. Evening at home.

I went to the Office as usual. My time not entirely at my own disposal as my father and Mr. Curtis both came in and spent a little while, but nevertheless I accomplished a draft of my Quarterly account to my father and the giving in of my Account on T. B. Adams’ Estate to the Judge. This I shall be glad to get off of my mind.

Home where I found my Wife returned from Quincy and not at all encouraged about Fanny’s condition. I fear we are to see grief in this direction. My father and Mother have suffered in abundance of this kind already and they are getting older and less able to bear it. I grieve for all and for myself. A melancholy thing it is to see the young de-324cline. May God have mercy upon us all and upon me who am not worthy of the many blessings he has heaped upon me.

I began to review Storch and the materials for my Lecture which looks flat to me now that I read it over.