Morning clear with a high wind quite in character for the month of March. I went to the Office and was occupied very constantly in a great variety of matters. First it was necessary to make settlement of the business of Mr. Johnson, which took up much time but was finally accomplished. I loaned upon two houses in Somerset Court for him, the sum of twenty thousand dollars for five years at six per cent payable semi-annually. And as the draught was not due until the tenth I procured at the Merchants Bank a credit for one half of it in advance and gave a Check to Mr. Stanwood the Mortgagor for the other half payable the 11th. I then called to see Mr. Derby about his House in Acorn Street and finally agreed to purchase it on my own Account. Mr. Degrand called upon me respecting the payment on my Bank Stock and I made another engagement with him. Mr. Jones also called to make a payment on his Note. Thus every instant of my time was taken up, and I was fatigued with my exercise when I got home losing my Livy.

Afternoon reading Niebuhr and writing to Mr. Slade. I sent my first letter today. The second is doing but without spirit. In the evening, my Wife and I went to hear the Woods who have come back again for a few nights to warble the Notes of the Somnambulist.1

I was as much delighted as ever. The Opera gains if possible upon repetition. Home at ten. Cold.

Morning unusually cold. I went to the Office and was occupied as usual in my Accounts. Mr. Degrand called upon me and I made sale of my stock, transferring it and receiving the money. I then called in to see Mr. Derby and arrange with him respecting the contract for the sale of the House. He cannot procure a release from the Massachusetts Life Insurance Office, so that I must take the House loaded with a Mortgage. This is not so well. I also made contract with Mr. Degrand respecting other monies and on the whole passed an extremely busy day of it. Home however in time to read Livy which is an amusement I dislike much to lose. Afternoon, Mr. Slade and Niebuhr.

Evening went to see Mr. Brooks. The usual family evening. Mr. Frothingham and his Wife, Mr. Everett and his Wife, Edward Brooks and ourselves with the addition of Mr. B. Gorham his Wife and son William—A very pretty Supper and pleasant time. But at the close there were indications of a heavy thunder squall—The Warren Bridge by the lapsing of the Act collecting Tolls yesterday became free and the occasion was taken at Charlestown to make a celebration to which Governor Everett forgetful of is relations with Mr. Brooks was asked and did attend.1 He made a Speech in many respects insulting which coming to Edward’s ears irritated him so much as to make him ungovernable. Luckily my Wife was close by him and kept him amused in partial conversation until late, but just as we rose from table, the conversation happening to turn that way, Mr. Everett became the mark of some biting observations. He had the good sense to make no reply—And thus the matter ended. On returning home with Edward I found him just in that state of excitement which becomes quite regardless of restraint. I profoundly pity Mr. Everett who from the day of entering a political career with many triumphs has perpetually had occasion to perceive how unfit a coward is for the storms of the popular sea.