Weather excessively sultry and damp. I went down to see Mr. Sharp about the medal case and consulted for the usual time without coming to any decision. I concluded however upon having him begin upon it. He said he was so occupied he could do nothing until next week before which time I agreed to see him again.

To the Office where I was engaged in writing an Article for the 174Newspaper at Bridgewater. Mr. Thomas of Plymouth is supposed to be the writer of a short comment upon my Papers under the Editorial head. I have taken advantage of it and written a letter which will I expect secure my introduction into his columns.1 It is not carefully written for the purpose of leaving an opening for reply, upon which I propose to make my vehement assault. I think if well managed this will do for the whole County of Plymouth. I sent it by mail at noon. Home, the afternoon passed in writing my Number 5 which I at last got into shape, and by night nearly completed.

Morning cold and cloudy. I went to the Office after finishing No. 5. My time very much taken up in Accounts and little Commissions until twelve o’clock when I went to Quincy.

Found the Family much as usual. Conversation with my father. Nothing particular. He seems much interested in my Articles, but I every few days feel discouraged concerning them. The Centinel holds back with the last number and will I fancy push off the publication. This is a tolerably strong sign they cannot be answered by him. I dined with them. Elizabeth C. Adams there with whom I transacted business. She looks very well. Afterwards went up to see her Mother and paid her a sum due thus finishing off. Returned to town at sunset.

My father gave me the rest of the coins he has. They make on the whole an extensive collection. But one or two which I wished most to possess I am not very likely to get. Evening quite fatigued and drowsy. My mode of life is now a singularly active one, while my Wife is feeble and listless. I must get her to go out of town.

I cannot get Mr. Hallett to publish more than once a week from which I conclude that they cannot afford to put in oftener articles of 175such length. I must submit to it and trust to a subsequent publication on my own Account in full. The silence is the worst thing for me that could be conceived. If No. 4 does not break it up then my case is gone and my labour in vain.

To the Office. Day cloudy and cold. Busy at the Office in bringing up my Diary which my sort of life every now and then puts in arrears. After I get through my present labours in the political essay line, I have plenty of other work cut out for me which will take time, but it will not be of such an engrossing nature as to prevent my attending with punctuality to this record. Tried hard to see Mr. Hallett, but without success. Not being able to finish my business in the morning I went out after dinner.

Called upon A. H. Everett to ask him to go with me to Quincy, to dine tomorrow. Met his brother Edward there. He left in a moment and I then talked with him upon the incident at Worcester together with a comment upon it in Hallett’s paper of this morning. He seems to have thought little of it.1 It is a good thing to be so guarded in the impenetrable mail of self assurance as not to take easily the blows which malice aims.2 He read to me his first number although I did not express any wish to hear it. There was nothing however which was not well enough. Home. Evening quiet. Continued working upon No. 6.