Morning at the Office. The weather grows warmer rather than more cold and begins to make us feel as if Summer had really come. It is delightful to sensation but creates rather a languid feeling as to work. My time was not interrupted. I went to see Mr. Kinsman to inquire respecting Whitney whom I saw this Morning. He was not aware that he had returned from New York. Then read Graham but not regularly, and finding my head full of composing, I sat down and wrote off the concluding portion of my Essay. I think it is tolerably good but will require much careful correcting and laborious recomposing. I think the ideas are generally sound, though I am afraid a little of the reasoning, is open to question. It may not be good but it is so ingenious as to have convinced me, which I never thought it would.

The rough draft is now completed. And I must now commence the work of putting into a favourable shape. The afternoon was accordingly passed in this business, and I worked steadily and accomplished a large portion of the earlier, but not most laborious portion for [fol. 218] [fol. 218] [fol. 218] [fol. 218] 219it includes little of the reasoning, and was better finished at first than the latter part of it. The evening was sultry. I finished the second volume of Eustace to my Wife, and continued my labour afterwards until eleven.

The morning was sultry but before noon the wind changed and brought with it the chill to the air which always comes from the East. At the Office, occupied in reading Graham very attentively over—And reflecting upon the subject. Mr. Knapp called to let me know that he was ready to transfer the share of the Boylston Market Association which I had agreed to take. Accordingly I paid him one hundred and twenty five dollars for one hundred, a considerable advance, but as I suspect not more than it will always be worth. This rather cramps my means during this Quarter as it is unexpected, but I think I shall be able to clear it with a little attention. Nothing peculiar happened. The afternoon was passed in writing out the more difficult portion of my Essay, which troubled me a good deal but I progressed notwithstanding, and think it probable that now I shall finish it and have it ready to offer. It may want finish from hurry, but still it will be clear, and not without considerable ability—If I may be allowed to think so.

My wife was not very well today, and the change in the weather was not favourable to the spirits. I had no volume of Eustace from the Athenaeum so was obliged to look over some things in the New Monthly which strikes me upon reviewing it as uncommonly feeble.1 A matter of nothing. Afterwards I went to my study and spent some time in continuation of my labours in writing.

Morning cold and rainy. I went to the Office as usual and passed the morning in a manner not quite so profitable as I might have done because I had not with me my books, the consequence was that I was driven to employ myself as I could. My time was principally taken up in looking over and destroying all the papers of a useless nature among the remaining things belonging to my brother. They are very numerous and though I have a great indisposition to doing any thing of the kind yet it seems useless to keep them.

Mr. Child, the Secretary of the Boylston Market Association called and I walked with him to the Market for the purpose of receiving the 220Certificate of the Share purchased yesterday.1 This business occupied but a few moments. On my return I sent a Note to one of my negligent Tenants and continued my business of destruction. After dinner I laboured hard, and finished the examination of the Essay I have written. It is now in a state of forwardness, and I hope now to get it ready before the next month. My Wife was quite unwell all day. In the evening I read to her a little from the Insect Architecture of the Library of Entertaining Knowledge.2 It was interesting as it informed me of the fact that there were solitary bees, which I did not know before. The day was bad and I was not over lively.