Morning at the Office reading Kent’s Commentaries. Found them dull and myself sleepy. Heard of the death of James Perkins, the
richest man of his age in Boston.1
No loss however. After dinner, occupied in copying Executive Record, and finished Voltaire’s Louis 15th. Looked a little into the question arising out of the Revolution which is now in agitation between my father and myself and read two of Mr. Clay’s Speeches. Evening with Abby at Mrs. Frothingham’s. Her friends Julia Gorham and Anne Carter were there.