I made ready to go out of town this morning, but the weather on the whole looked so threatening that I concluded to remain At the Office—Having a morning somewhat uninterrupted I was able to make good progress in reading the Account of the United States. Reached the close of the War. The Account is superficial with little of the spirit of philosophy and rather calculated to interest than to improve.
Took a long walk with Mr. Peabody. Early after dinner, as it cleared away, I concluded I would not lose the day, so I rode to Quincy. Found the workmen at the house busily occupied and promising to finish this week. Walked up to Mrs. Adams’ and saw Elizabeth. She looked better than I expected to see her. Difficult to get a man. High time now.1 I remained looking round until 6. Then returned. Tea and quiet evening at home. I was much fatigued.