The morning was clear and pleasant. My mother, wife and I attended divine Service and heard Dr. Richmond preach very sensible Sermons, but he is unfortunate in having a manner which is a little of the dullest.1 I find it next to impossible to listen to him. The elder portion of the Clergy are more deficient than the younger, and yet they are all very indifferent. They show little or none of that fascination in manner which makes words, things.

My father obtained a Newspaper giving an Account of the Revolution as it is confirmed by the News from France.2 This forms one of the most remarkable events of the present period. It astonishes and at the same time raises an involuntary enthusiasm. A people struggling for rights which fairly belong to them, always excite sympathy at the outset. It is only necessary that they should keep within those rights, to secure perfect approbation—hic labor, hoc opus est. We must wait and see.

I worked all day upon my Catalogue, progressing so rapidly that I hope now to finish very perfectly before I leave Quincy. Mr. Miller and Judge Adams were here in the Evening and Mr. Degrand from Boston who also spent the night.

As our things were so numerous as not to be easily manageable in one day’s transportation and I needed one day more to complete the Catalogue, I thought it would be advisable to stay until tomorrow. Accordingly we so decided, and Mr. Degrand thus got the chance of the Ride to town. I went to the Office and was busy about my Affairs. Received today two different payments from Debtors to the Estate of Mr. New, being the first money received from that property. I am now proceeding pretty rapidly to wind up the Affairs of that man. Next week I must apply for a Commission of Insolvency. Paid several demands for last Week. In the afternoon after dinner at home, I proceeded with the Catalogue in the Office and finished all that portion of it, and in the evening I completed the few remaining stragglers which I could find. This has been no trifling labour.