Morning clear and extremely pleasant. My Wife having been strong enough to dine downstairs yesterday, this morning took a short ride 129with me, so that it was late before I reached the Office. My time was taken up pretty much in the usual way. Writing, reading a little of Boileau, Accounts and talking with Mr. Peabody. Made a purchase or two for the House, and called at Mr. Brooks room. He surprised us agreeably today, by making us a present of six Shares of the Cocheco Manufacturing Stock with a kind Note expressing his pleasure in adding to our revenue.1 The thing was done with great delicacy and goodness, and I felt as if my blessings overpowered me. Mr. Brooks is generous with Judgment. And the consequence is that though this in fact increases the benefit, it takes away from the appearance and the credit he deserves. It will probably make a material difference in my Income and relieve me from the Apprehension I have been under respecting my Father’s Affairs. Should the worst come to the worst, I can now reasonably hope to be no great charge to him. Until then however it is but fair that I should derive a little benefit to my children from my father’s property and not let it all sink in the gulf which he and John are forming for it.

Returned home and in the afternoon, read and translated Demosthenes on the Crown. How much I try and how little I do. My attempt looked mean. Forgot in doing it, that this was the regular day for a Directors Meeting of the Boylston Market. A bad omission.

Evening, reading Fenelon’s Dialogues on Eloquence which has many sensible things, Bacon’s Essay on Superstition, and the Spectator. Bacon prefers Atheism to Superstition. Quaere de hoc.