Morning cloudy. I went to the Office. Mr. Conant the younger called on me from Weston about the Farm and discussed the subject of the Lease. I told him of what I proposed to do. It seems both these brothers want the Farm, and very probably will bid upon each other for it. I do not much relish the idea but see no way clearly to help it. After he had gone, I called to see Mr. Hallet and had a long conversation with him. I communicated to him my father’s determination1 and heard his objections which were neither few nor gentle—To all which I tried to reply as well as I could. He said he would write to my father, which I urged him to do.2 I suppose he suspects me a little of partial statements. I am not radical enough. We discussed the Memorial also. Quiet afternoon. Walk. Lord Bacon de Augmentis Scientiarum. Virgil seventh book. Tom Jones and writing to my father. Correspondence Boileau and Racine.