Morning at the Office. A pleasant day and easy ride. Passed the larger part of it in making up the papers of my brother’s affairs, and in little transactions of various kinds which require much time though I can give but little account of them. I have little or nothing particular to state just at present as in this way only can my engagements be accounted for. Called at Mrs. Tarbell’s to make final settlement with her. Then went to Mr. Carey’s, a sculptor in stone, for my father and had some conversation with him upon the subject of a tablet which he designs having made for my Grandfather in Quincy Meeting house.1 Returned to Quincy. Evening, my father seemed slightly dull. Conversation, Dr. Watkins’ case, public peculations.2