Arose this morning amid the roar of Cannon celebrating the day which now gives so much assistance to the factions.1 Wrote a letter to my Father as usual. After breakfast went to the Office and found 202the report of the death of Mr. Boylston was true. Poor man, he has lingered long and painfully. Received a short letter from my Mother. Read Blackstone. In the afternoon occupied in Copying. Evening quietly at home reading Middleton’s Cicero and copying Executive Record.

Morning reading President’s Messages until breakfast. From that time until Dinner it was all idling. I took an early dinner at Dr. Welsh’s with George in order to go out to the funeral of Mr. Boylston. We went in a Carriage with Drs. Shattuck1 and Welsh, but did not arrive there until the last Ceremony was commencing. Mr. B. had no relations beyond his immediate descendants, and we therefore ranked in the second row of mourners. Mr. and Mrs. T. B. Adams were there and in the same Carriage with us as we accompanied him to the grave. The funeral had but little solemnity in it. I regretted his loss as he was a kind and hospitable man and his house is one of the few places which I can remember with complete satisfaction as never having done otherwise than enjoy myself in it. His character was a mixed one and I did not know enough of it’s real qualities, good or bad, to form any opinion, nor did I have the heart to desire. With his death, his family will sink however. His wife seemed but little affected and the burden of his latter days must have been such as to make his death rather a relief. Returned early, drank tea at Dr. Welsh’s and passed the evening at my own room reading and copying Record.

Read two or three Messages before breakfast. Morning at the office reading Blackstone. Richardson called in. As Abby was to come into town tomorrow and I had a cold I determined to remain in Boston. Richardson and I dined upon venison at the Boston Coffee House. He passed the afternoon at the Office with me and the evening at my room where I invited Davis to come also. I gave them a bottle of Champagne and we had a pleasant time.

Looked over two or three Messages before breakfast. Then went to the Office. Understanding Abby to be in town I went to Mrs. 203Frothingham’s but did not see her in the morning. I have been suffering from a bad cold all the week and my spirits are again breaking by the force of it. Read Blackstone. Afternoon at Mrs. Frothingham’s to see Abby, found her much as usual, drank tea there and shortly after returned home to dress for Mrs. T. B. Curtis’s party.1 Called for Abby and had a very stupid evening. It was a tea party which is another name for something very odious. Found myself tired and very much out of spirits on my return home at eleven.