This was a lovely day and the softness of the air relieved me con•
siderably from my pain which was still however, somewhat sharp. Morning passed in reading the Massachusetts Reports, and finished the Collection of Statutes of the State from which I have gained some information. Called upon Davis and spent half an hour with him in conversation, but felt dissatisfied afterwards at the waste of time. Afternoon, Adam Smith from whom I have already gained some ideas. I went to the Theatre this evening to hear Dr. Arne’s Opera of Artaxerxes. Mrs. Austin and Mr. Horn.1
I was abundantly pleased. The former sings very well. The latter is not so highly gifted in voice. On the whole, I have seldom been better satisfied at the Theatre. The Soldier tir’d, and the Quartett of Mild as the moonbeams were exceedingly pleasing.
1. Mrs. Austin, an English singer, and Charles E. Horn, an English actor, were appearing in the opera by Thomas Augustine Arne (Ireland, Records of the N.Y. Stage, 1:545–546; Brown, History of the American Stage, p. 185).