Morning cloudy, but it cleared and became a very warm day. I went to Boston, accompanied by my Wife’s Nurse Mrs. Field who was sent in to perform Commissions.1 At the Office where I was busy in Accounts but the generality of my time went as usual with but very little account of it.

Called at Mr. Brooks’ room and at an Auction Room to see some Cut Glass. Found that the New England office again paid nothing, which cramps my father’s means here again. But there is a kind of compensation always going on. When other things failed, that Office paid very largely, now this has failed, the Middlesex Canal and Wood take it’s place. In the present condition of my father’s estate, it is nevertheless to be regretted as this is the critical period. If he does not succeed in disentangling himself from his embarrassments in the course of these two or three years I think he will struggle on in them to the end of his life.

Returned from town after seeing the great military parade which was making in the case of some Philadelphia Militia who have come here.2 All this is Vanity and Vexation of Spirit. Read Mr. Vaughan in the Afternoon. There is much in his book that I like. Quiet evening at home.