Fine day although growing much cooler. I went to the Office and was occupied much of my time in Accounts. Mr. William Spear came in from Quincy and settled with me for the Wood which was sold last month. He reports another sale to have taken place and the whole to have done very well. Upon these sales we must depend finally to disengage my father from his embarrassments. I went through T. B. Adams’ semi annual accounts, drew one up to send to him and deposited in the Saving’s Bank his balance, all which kept me pretty thoroughly engaged.
At one, I took a walk. Mr. Brooks, Gorham and his Wife dined with us. The latter go away next Thursday to his new destination, Baltimore. He seems to have revived since he has the idea of an occupation. His mind is too active for indolence. They left us at four, and I passed the short remainder of the Afternoon in reading Virgil, whose fourth book I finished. The fair maid of Perth, and Racine’s Bajazet which I finished.