Day pleasant. I arose in Boston and sat about my usual occupations as if nothing had happened between spring and autumn. My feeling 124however, I cannot deny it is of stronger distaste to the city than I ever had before. My residence in Quincy has been pleasanter because it has afforded me objects for pursuit agreeable in themselves and views of life less clouded. Boston is a City eminently unfavorable to me as well on account of family prejudices as of the hostility entertained against people of my political opinions. I have few acquaintances and fewer friends. In Quincy on the contrary my position gives me in some degree a more friendly disposition on the part of the people.

Office where I finished a copy of my Quarterly Account as well as the Account itself and transacted other business. Mr. Everett called in and I showed him the article I had written. He objected seriously to that portion of it which related to his circumstances. Now this is really his best argument, but I was so conscious of the difficulty that I caused it to be expunged and wrote a substitute while Mr. Lemon was waiting.1 Home where I resumed Livy with the thirty first book. Afternoon, engaged upon the MS. in restoring many letters which I have found that were not included in the volumes bound. Evening at home. Read Goguet.