Morning pleasant but warm. I went to the Office and from thence after doing some business with William Spear who came in from Quincy I went upon several small commissions and accidentally dropped into an Auction where I purchased a shawl for my Wife taking it to be Indian Cashmere but what was my surprise on taking it out to find that it was French and that I had been imposed upon. I hardly know of any thing that could have happened in a small way, which was more mortifying. I had intended an agreeable surprise to my Wife and instead of it enjoyed a vastly disagreeable one myself. Afternoon read the Ghost Seer, and Ovid. Nothing remarkable of any sort.