Foggy with the Wind from the Eastward but it did not rain. I rode to town and was moving about some time. Went to the House and found that they had accomplished the business of whitening which is so much more done, but the Carpenter had not been. He is always the one behind hand. The Painter begins Monday or Tuesday, and 150his work is the principal business. I hope this will be all over in a week’s time, as I begin to feel anxious to get the house inhabitable.

Called by Appointment at Mrs. Frothingham’s, to meet my Mother who came in with Mrs. J. Adams. Found the former and agreed to meet her at noon at the Harding rooms. I then called upon Miss Julia Gorham with a Note from my Wife.1 The object was to explain her not writing sooner. Thence to the Office where I could stay but little. At Harding’s room where the Tam o’Shanter Statues are, we found many Ladies of our acquaintance. They and the Statues engrossed all the time until one o’clock.

I was grieved to hear of the dangerous illness of Henry Brooks at New York.2 His father left town this morning to see him. Home to dinner. Afternoon Virgil and copying Letters. Quiet evening. President Quincy took tea here. Legends of the Library at Lilies.3

On this day I complete twenty six years of my Life. Another year has been added since I recurred to the self examination which the occasion creates, and that year has been full of mercies to me. I was then under the feeling of awe which the visitation of a new and fearfully pestilential disease created in the Community, and attempting to reason myself into calmness for the event.1 The disease passed over us lightly. I was then feeling much anxiety as to the prospects I had before me in life. My uneasiness has diminished. I have done but little to deserve my prosperity, it is true. I am no further advanced in the estimation of the world than I was, yet my morbid sensitiveness about it has diminished. My worldly prosperity so far as it depends upon pecuniary matters has increased again in a most extraordinary and unlooked for degree, yet I hope I am not unduly elated or excessively rejoiced. The causes of my anxiety upon this subject are now to a considerable extent removed. I feel in hopes that futurity will not be quite so serious as I had thought it, yet such creatures of the dust as we are, I know that the only rational foundation for such hopes is not to be seen in the exertions we may make, but it must be traced in unerring 151faith in the benevolence of a supreme being who builds up as he destroys from motives as inscrutable as they are just. I will do as I have done. I will endeavour in all humility to deserve my blessings. I will try to fulfill the duties for which I was created. While my conscience can seem to my examination tolerably void of offence in serious matters, I shall be little anxious as to the decision of the world. And while I am so bountifully provided with the goods of this world, I will not seek to repine for any thing that may have been denied me. Indeed I know not what more I ought to desire.

The day was fine. I attended divine Service all day and heard Mr. Whitney from whom I derived but little benefit. He has not mind enough to make his discourses interesting. And he has a particular tendency in his doctrines which he does not perceive but which does not make me relish them the more.

Read a Sermon or rather a Eulogy in the French style upon the Arch-Bishop of Vienna, M. Villars. Ecclesiasticus 51. 15 and following. “My foot went the right way, from my youth up sought I after her, earnestly I followed that which is good and my heart was troubled, therefore have I gotten a good possession.” It is not in the style of the Panegyrics. These are exhortations to the living drawn from the examples of the Dead. The Eulogy is strictly in praise and honor of the dead. It appeared to me that in many respects this was a very fine example. He considered him in three lights, as a man of unblemished moral purity, as a good churchman in his responsible capacity, as the beneficent dispenser of his worldly goods. Much especially in the second division was calculated to thunder in the French Pulpit and Ecclesiastical world.

Evening quiet at home. The Ladies went out to make a visit or two. I read the Mirror.