Misty and damp but it cleared away very warm by evening. I went to town with Mr. Brooks and kept myself vastly quiet at my Office. This was owing to an accident that befell my white Pantaloons which disabled me from appearing in the Street. I did not find that my father had arrived at Quincy nor had I any tidings of him. There was a call of the La Fayette Committee but I did not attend it. My morning was agreeable from it’s perfect quietness.
Returned to Medford. Afternoon very warm. Read part of Whately’s Logic and finished Ovid’s Remedy of Love. One of the best things he has written but not without his usual admixture. Evening quiet at home but no reading from the heat. More idle than ever.