Showery and warm. Exercises as usual. Evening at the Mansion.

Passed my morning hour in my usual avocations with my daughter and reading a chapter or two of Tucker’s Light of Nature. He is not of the class of writers who please me for he dilutes his thoughts too much.

Attended divine service and heard Mr. Kent preach from Matthew 28. 9.17. “And as they went to tell his disciples, behold, Jesus met them saying, All hail. And they came and held him by the feet, and worshipped him. And when they saw him, they worshipped him: but some doubted.” Afternoon Genesis 28. 17. “the gate of heaven.” Mr. Kent is a very worthy man but he is exactly of that kind of person which I cannot follow. And yet I tried hard enough. My mind has been subdued to do wonders in comparison with what it once did but this as yet is beyond it.

Read a sermon in the English Preacher John 4. 9. “For the Jews have no dealings with the Samaritans.” A sensible though not particularly striking discourse upon the injury committed by the indulgence of violent hatred in questions where mere differences of opinion are con-261cerned. The author is John Balguy whose name I have seen quoted in English magazines with more commendation than any work which I have read of his appears to merit. Evening at the Mansion. Nothing new or remarkable.

Showery but warm. At home. Ride after dinner. Evening at E. Quincy’s.

I devoted another morning to the examination of my books in the course of which I went through for the second time, the whole of my cash account, and brought out all my balances correctly with the exception of the general balance upon which the same error remains. I therefore gave it up as a bad business. The science of accounts is very well in its way but it must not be pushed to absurdity. I have now spent a week or more about an error of $10, which cannot be in any of the main accounts for they all come right.

After dinner, a little of Tacitus, and a ride accompanied by my father. We went round Weymouth and for the first time within my recollection I went to see the Meeting House and the parsonage which were the places of abode of Mr. Smith, and the birth place of my grandmother. There are very interesting associations connected with this scene in my father’s mind, but I have none at all. Yet I was glad to see the spot.

Evening, in the carriage to see Edmund Quincy. Mrs. Quincy the elder there and I. H. Adams and Campbell, with E. C. Adams went with us. She had expressed a wish to hear them sing. We remained until ten and then came home in the rain. E. P. Greenleaf there. Edmund Quincy is a red hot temperance man and indeed rather wild in most things just now.

Showers. To town. Return to dinner. Afternoon at home, head ach.

Since I have come to Quincy this summer, my head has troubled me in an unusual degree, so much as somewhat to depress my spirits. I went to town in fair weather but it threatened showers in one of which I was caught in the Streets and another when returning home. Time taken up in paying and settling accounts and dropped in at Warrens’ where I bought a coin or two. Nothing new.

Buckingham publishes my second paper today upon Carolina having 262already published the first on Saturday. I drew back the third today for correction, but returned it before leaving town.

Afternoon a little of Tacitus, but the doubtful state of my head made me work very languidly. Evening at the Mansion for an hour.