The weather changed last night and it was moderately cold today. I am fretted about my pamphlet which does not as yet appear. Office. The town talk is still of Mr. Fletcher, a nine days wonder. I read a little of Sismondi and had a letter from home.1 Mr. Walsh called upon his departure. He evidently does not like his business. Yet I think it is better and more creditable to him than to be dawdling as he does now.

Home after a cold walk. Herodotus. Afternoon so short as hardly to 365furnish any time. I went down with my Wife to call upon Miss Harriet Welsh after her return from Europe,2 but she was not at home at Mrs. Henshaw’s where she lives. After a short visit, returned home, leaving my Wife at her brother Edward Brooks’. Time taken up looking over the correspondence; difficult to make selections.

At tea T. K. Davis came in and I accompanied him down to the Lecture of the Historical Society delivered by Mr. Felt upon the old Currency of Massachusetts. He had here a fine field for this time, but he skimmed only a small corner of it, and that only in details. From thence to Edward Brooks’ after my wife. Pleasant talk and home.