Morning fine although the wind was a little Easterly. I went to the Office after walking a little while on the Common with my Wife and child. At the Office time taken up in Accounts and in listening to Applicants for the house at the corner of the Common. A Mr. Fuller came and took it rather against my Will.1 I then went out and was busy in giving various orders for the purpose of getting it ready. I must however inquire a little about Mr. Fuller. Went to see about my Horse and found he had arrived—So that I can now begin my expeditions to Quincy.
Walk as usual. Afternoon at home, reading Mr. Guy Joli. I am tired of him, he does however expose some curious things and he teaches one great moral lesson, of how debasing to the finest intellect the slavery to any sensual passion in a course of years becomes. Old age loses all it’s dignity when it clings so to the flesh. Evening quiet at 61home. Shakespeare’s Merry Wives and Schiller, but the night is not the proper time to read German.
Elijah Fuller was to prove a punctual tenant of 105 Tremont Street for four years (M/CFA/3).