The weather threatens daily to be bad but it clears off. I went to the Office. Concerned most of my time in money affairs. Received a notice from the Merchant’s Bank respecting an increase of Capital and therefore went round making a sufficient collection of Dividends to meet it. The thing was not well finished before two o’clock so that I was abridged of Livy. I felt moreover in that painful state which portends with me a sick head ach and I only averted it by starvation.

Afternoon, feeling languid and indolent, I did nothing but finish the passages in Japhet I had omitted and Swift’s Journal to Stella. Evening, Party at Misses Inches—Not pleasant to me because I felt so poorly and though ravenously hungry at Supper, the things did not seem to benefit me. Home at eleven quite weary.

The weather was sharply cold for the season, the wind being very Easterly. I went to the Office feeling by no means better than I was yesterday. After sitting a little while occupied in various small matters I concluded I would try to walk off my head ach, and with that design I started for the two bridges to South Boston over one of which I went and the other I returned going far upon the main Street and then crossing upon Tremont Road, but it all would not do. I came home fatigued but not bettered. My afternoon was consequently a very dragging one. I read little or nothing—Only a little of Swifts Journal to Stella. But reading made me worse and so I at last in despair shortly after tea, made up my mind to go to bed. Nothing is more terrible than one of these visitations while they last.

Morning cold and it clouded up with a little flurry of snow. I went to the Office, feeling somewhat relieved from my head ach although not by any means yet perfectly at ease. Engaged in Accounts. Called to see the Cashier of the Merchant’s Bank about my Discount, but he could do nothing. Collected a considerable number of Dividends and deposited them, the entries of which in my books took the rest of the morning.

Walk and home where I finished the eighth book of Livy’s History. Afternoon taken up with Mr. Dana’s Letters. I go on with this business 365monstrous slowly. Nothing of any consequence took place. Evening, quietly at home without doing or reading any thing—And Swifts Journal to Stella.

I am almost entirely given up to indolence within a few weeks and do not know when I shall escape from it. Political affairs have almost ceased to interest us, since the struggle has nearly stopped and we have nothing else to fix upon. I am pursuing my study of Swift however with the view of sharpening my weapons for the final battle in November.