That I made out in my first formal attempt before an audience with a written paper was very agreeable to me, although it must be confessed all circumstances favored me. At any rate, I felt a little encouraged in having performed my duty.

Went to town notwithstanding the wet and drizzle, having a Note to pay at the Merchant’s Bank. I also paid the annual Taxes. I am now winding up all my Accounts for the house, and find that I have expended just about twice as much as I originally intended. This has slightly involved me, not being able to turn into money at present the resources upon which I had relied. Yet I do not repent of having undertaken to build. Having done it with all the caution possible, having committed no extravagance of which I am aware, I consider mostly the experience I have gained by it as well as the agreeable resort for the Summer.

At the house where I am ready in all respects but the manservant. Return to Quincy. Afternoon at home, but occupied not very usefully. Evening. Took up Mr. Frothingham’s French book which I have so long had in my hands, Medianoches.