Continuation of the heat, notwithstanding the thunder shower of last evening. I went to the Office after a laborious piece of work attending to the packing up of the things designed to go to Quincy. Every thing at this time is fatiguing. Yet my anxiety to get out is the greater for the very reason of the heat. Usual work in accounts. Mr. Beebe came but was not ready so we had to postpone again, until Friday. Home early for the sake of putting away my clothes.

After dinner, I took Catherine with me and the two elder boys John and Charles in my little conveyance and brought them to my new residence in Quincy. We got there just previous to a heavy thunder shower which was followed by a magnificent display of the landscape. My first impressions were those of enjoyment, but the disarrangement of every thing and the severe care and labour depressed me. I read some of a book upon political Economy written by one Poulett Scrope, in which are some views of banking which confirm my impression of the correctness of my theory.1

The light of the sun roused me at an unwonted hour and I could not help opening the window to see the scene. There is a charm, a freshness about the Country which no town life can ever entirely replace. At least this is the feeling to me who have always lived in open scenes.

This which I have chosen for my own home repays me at every look for the quantity of labour which it has cost me. I could hardly enjoy it enough today although I spent much of my time in doing so. But I had the two children to take care of and this was no small trouble. The heat was as great as ever until noon when the wind came to the eastward, and we had a succession of storms of rain, thunder and lightning which produced a sublime effect here where they are so visible, not unmingled with awe.

My Wife and the rest of the family came out towards evening and thus completed the removal of this year. But we were of course in some confusion and I was fairly fatigued out so as to be very glad to get to bed pretty early.