Still cold. Went to the Office. Letter from my Mother, but not a whit more encouraging.1 They are all sick and always sick. Wrote Diary, and at eleven o’clock attended the Meeting of the Proprietors of Middlesex Canal. Report read. Directors chosen. Votes passed and adjourned. Attendance quite thin. Had no time for reading. Accounts a little while. Took a walk. Afternoon also somewhat cut up. Read some of Anquetil and finished the second Ode of Horace. Vile subject. Evening, attended the Annual Meeting of Proprietors of Boylston Market. Officers elected, usual business done. Attendance very thin. I was chosen Clerk again. This shall be the last year I believe. Returned home at Nine. Did nothing but my numbers of the World.