Cold morning. The Easterly winds have prevailed of late very much although the drought has become exceedingly severe. I went to town and was occupied at my house and in a variety of little ways all my time. I have now finished with workmen and am waiting for the moment to call my people
Saw Mr. Brooks who has returned from New York. His Account is exceedingly doubtful. The chance for life and death seems to me to be about equal, and nothing but the decision of the divine being can be expected for him now. Henry has some advantages in a good constitution unimpaired by excesses.
I dined at Mr. Frothingham’s and settled with his wife about the house. The Cook whom she has had for a couple of months comes to us, and leaves her just at present without. I regret but do not know how to avoid this. Went up to my House for the purpose of doing something, but a good dinner had destroyed my power of mental exertion. Remained there until six when I started upon my return. Quiet evening at home.