Morning cold and cheerless. I went to town and to the House where I was quite occupied in various measures necessary previous to finally locking up all. I removed some of my Wine into my own Closet in order to see whether it would not keep better there than upstairs. Somehow or other I have made a very respectable collection of Wine. With my income this seems a little surprising and my saving as much as I have done. But with caution any thing is possible in this world. The only thing is to keep a proper attention to the adaptation of means to end beforehand.

I went afterwards to the Gallery and spent an hour very agreeably. Then to the Tremont House where I dined. Afterwards I went up to the House, superintended the departure of the last of my Servants, 303locked up the House, and proceeded to Medford. Quiet Evening. Read an Article in the Edinburgh Review upon the character of Hambden which I admired.1 Read four Ramblers today.

Morning cloudy and disagreeable. It afterwards set in to rain quite hard. I went to town and passed my morning at the office excepting an hour’s visit at the Gallery of Paintings with Mr. Peabody. Mr. Gulliver, the Tenant of one of my Father’s houses in Tremont Street, after making so many difficulties that I gave him a notice to quit, sent me the Quarter’s rent this morning. He is a most provoking man. I should not be sorry to get rid of him. Read nothing.

Returned to Medford in a heavy shower of rain from the Eastward. There were at dinner today, Mrs. Hall, Miss Hall, and Miss Henrietta Gray. These ladies spent the Afternoon. I felt fatigued and sleepy afterwards. Tried to read but accomplished exceeding little. So drowsy, I retired to bed early.

The morning opened with heavy rain and the wind from the Eastward. I concluded after reasoning about it, not to go into Boston. I thereby saved myself some discomfort from wetting and stood the risk of my Mother’s arrival. My time was not over profitably spent, but I read Buffon’s Article of the Horse and the Dog, several articles in the Edinburgh and some in the Quarterly Review. These are now full of the political discussions going on in England, and even all their incidental opinions upon other subjects derive a sharpness from their excited feelings upon Reform. The History of the Stuarts is condemned by the one while the excesses of popular violence are in all shapes alluded to by the other, with a warmth which it may be plainly perceived events so long bygone do not of themselves create.1 Not a soul came near the House as it rained heavily. The Baby has I think been getting better ever since we left Boston. Today, she was very good.

The morning was tolerably fair but cloudy, and it rained shortly afterwards. I received, upon arriving in town, a letter from my Mother 304at New York stating the reasons why the journey was delayed and mentioning the probable time of their arrival.1 But judging from the weather I did not expect her so concluded to return to Medford. My time was somewhat cut up in fritters by Commissions of several kinds and Accounts.

Returned to Medford to dine and passed a very quiet peaceable time in the afternoon. Our stay here has been a singular one. For we have had scarcely any thing but rain since we came. I walked about the Garden and made some inquiries about the box, a poor attempt at resetting which I have made at Quincy. Read the discussion of the affairs of England for 1830 in the American Register, written by my Father.2 It bears his mark. The more I think of it, the more I am astonished at the power of his mind. And its extent which has no equal in this or perhaps any Country.

Evening, we went by invitation to take Tea with Mr. and Mrs. Angier, and passed the time until nine o’clock. Mr. Stetson, and Mr. L. Angier were there. Returned in a heavy rain.