Morning cold and cloudy. I went to the Office after finishing No. 5. My time very much taken up in Accounts and little Commissions until twelve o’clock when I went to Quincy.
Found the Family much as usual. Conversation with my father. Nothing particular. He seems much interested in my Articles, but I every few days feel discouraged concerning them. The Centinel holds back with the last number and will I fancy push off the publication. This is a tolerably strong sign they cannot be answered by him. I dined with them. Elizabeth C. Adams there with whom I transacted business. She looks very well. Afterwards went up to see her Mother and paid her a sum due thus finishing off. Returned to town at sunset.
My father gave me the rest of the coins he has. They make on the whole an extensive collection. But one or two which I wished most to possess I am not very likely to get. Evening quite fatigued and drowsy. My mode of life is now a singularly active one, while my Wife is feeble and listless. I must get her to go out of town.