Weather changed today and it became chilly and with a feeling of snow. I went to the Office. Time passed with tolerable industry. I make more progress in Lingard than I have been accustomed to in reading at my Office. The only interruption was William C. Greenleaf who has at last arrived and informed me of the place where the vessel is. I immediately went down, saw the Captain and made my arrangements with him for getting the boxes removed tomorrow. William C. Greenleaf has been here since Friday and might have stayed a month longer in all probability if I had not sent for the information that was necessary in the case.
Dined early at Mr. Frothingham’s with him, our two ladies being gone to Medford, and started at two for Quincy. The Country looks desolate enough, and to go to a House deserted, which you have been accustomed to find full of persons of your own family is the climax of cheerlessness. I drove first to the Canal Wharf and found a sloop just starting for Boston with whose skipper I made a bargain, then to the House to give the necessary directions there. Mrs. Kirk seemed to be fixed quiet and solitary enough. I returned at sunset and had a comfortable evening at home. Continued working upon Antimasonry.