Cold. Morning to Quincy. Home to tea and evening.

As my father wished me to be near him so that he might have somebody to call upon in case of need I went out there and was engaged partly in helping on the necessary arrangements for the funeral and partly in copying letters for him. Affliction has a peculiar operation upon him by exciting his nervous sensibilities over much and rendering him alive to many small evils and inconveniences. I strove to do every thing that I could for him but often he will do them for himself.

Called to see Mr. Wolcott on the part of my father and notified him of Mrs. John Adams’ wish to have the episcopal service read, which he promised to do. This done and others I returned home having a very cold ride. Evening at home.