The day was fine though cooler than it has been. I went to the Office after passing an hour in reading part of the third Georgic. My Wife still appears quite tolerably, and the child thrives. My time was so much taken up in attending to my Accounts, that I could not read. Went to see my Mother and John’s wife who were at my house for an hour. Renewed at the Mutual Ins. Office four policies of Insurance upon different buildings in Boston and Quincy. The average of the last seven years has been very favorable, as I should have had not more than three or four dollars to pay on the whole, if I had not increased the amount of one of them a thousand dollars. I also settled my Quarterly payment to Mr. Foster.1
My walk was shortened. Afternoon quietly at home. I read the Correspondence of my Grandfather which is too voluminous. He did not select his materials with sufficient attention to the taste of the public. The result was that his defence in itself quite satisfactory was not read. The people read but partially. Evening, Racine’s Iphigenie en Aulide,2 Voltaire and d’Alembert, picking scraps for my article. Lounger.