Fine day. Morning at Office. To Quincy to dine. Return to tea. Evening at home.

I went to the Office this morning but was not occupied very usefully. Something or other I must soon do. My carpenter called and I gave him a commission or two as also my man whom I dismissed so unceremoniously last night as to put me to some present inconvenience.

At noon I went home and rode with Mrs. Adams to Quincy. We found the family much as usual, but Fanny in a state of insensibility. She has not recovered from the shock of Saturday whence it is plainly to be inferred that the medicine was not the cause. The disease on that day appears to have reached the brain. And it was an unlucky coincidence for Dr. Holbrook that his remedy was productive of some effects so similar that he ascribed them all to it rather too hastily. I am afraid the disease has gone on in stages with certainty to it’s end.

Home by sunset. Evening with the children and in my study, writing.