My Diary is a pretty monotonous record of the very even tenour of my life. I believe it is of use to a man to accustom himself to keep one, but the profit is derived not from any value attached to the record itself so much as the ease it gives to one’s pen.

It was quite cold again this morning, and I went to the Office to do nothing. I. Hull Adams came into town from Quincy to ask my advice about the offer of a Commission at West Point.1 I discussed the matter with him pretty closely and he promises very fair. Mrs. Adams has now all her Children disposed of and ought to have no more anxiety about the future, excepting what her husband gives her. Took a walk, after which I read a good deal of Quinctilian. His advice upon the Exordium of a Speech is good and to the point. Moreover he condemns as I have done the subtleties which he explained.

This was the regular evening for the Annual Meeting of Proprietors of Boylston Market. I went and the whole of the time was consumed in various matters. I “demitted” as Director and was chosen Clerk. This suits me much better. After performing the regular business I went home and had time to read a book of the Odyssey and the Guardians.