Morning tolerably pleasant, with a cool East Wind. I went to town 63as usual, though I felt a little affected by a bad Night’s rest. Occupied much in my common way, in the performance of sundry Commissions, and then in reading Mr. de Mably. A book I do not admire. The principle of its foundation being wrong, it destroys the whole superstructure. I went to the Athenaeum to get some books and spent a short time reading the newspapers from England which exhibit a very peculiar state of things. But the Reform seems determined. The violence with which it is conducted betokens more alarming measures to come.

Dined at Mr. Frothingham’s with only the family and Horatio Brooks.1 From thence I went to the regular Meeting of the Directors of the Boylston Market, where having transacted all the usual business which was not much, I got away to return to Quincy at about five o’clock. But from my imprudence in eating Nuts at dinner, I found myself suffering from a violent headach with some fever, which I tried to walk off by going to Mt. Wollaston, without effect. Read the Spectator and passed a restless Night.