Fine day. Morning to Hingham. Afternoon at home. Evening, at Govr. Everett’s.

Last year when my Wife and I went to Washington, taking Louisa with us, and leaving John at home, I promised him a trip in a Steamboat somewhere. This promise it has not been convenient to perform until now when I took him with me to Hingham and back in the General Lincoln. The day was fine although rather windy and I enjoyed his first emotions at so remarkable a sight.

We got home to dinner and I felt so much fatigued as to be very glad to sit quiet in my study and read Mr. Quin’s Pamphlet, History of the Bank of England.1 There is much information to be gained from it although somewhat long and dry.

Evening at Governor Everett’s. The family and on the whole rather a pleasant party. Home tired.

Heavy showers all day. Time much as usual. Evening at home.

I had intended to go to Quincy today but the weather made it impossible. At the Office I was engaged in Accounts as usual and in reading the last number of the North American Review. Not much in it of interest. The difficulty with that periodical seems to be that it does not discuss things any body cares about knowing. Continued Mr. Quin in the Afternoon.

I received today a letter from Mr. Hunt informing me of a delay in his proposed publication and also of his desire that my name might be published in connexion with my article.1 I have no objection and no desire. Evening quiet at home.

Lovely day. Morning to Quincy. Afternoon at home.

I went to Quincy this morning taking with me my boy John whom I proposed to leave with Catherine one of our women who has gone out to open the house. The morning was lovely and the rain of yesterday has had the effect of starting all the vegetation in a surprising manner. For the first time I perceived that my place was really making some advances in appearance. I am now and then encouraged that all my labour will not be positively thrown away. I worked upon the ground in various ways putting in more plants which I have had supplied me in great abundance. Indeed my greatest difficulty is that I have not room enough for them.

Home to dinner. Afternoon, finished Mr. Quin and read Mr. Raguet’s papers of the Examiner, published in Philadelphia during the panic.1 They conflict strongly with my theory. Evening at home. Wrote a little about Mr. Tucker.