Morning to town. Engaged so much by my father that I got in quite late. I then went to West Boston Bridge to make some inquiries about my father’s Stock there and took the opportunity to refresh myself with a salt water bath which was exceedingly grateful. On my return, I sat down to Accounts. My father’s affairs are not perfectly clear and the deficiency of George is now ascertained to be about one thousand dollars. Rather a heavy loss just at this time. After dinner, I passed the whole afternoon copying out the Inventory and summing up the amount. To Quincy. Found Mr. Brooks and Abby had been out. Visits, Mr. and Mrs. T. B. Adams, Mr. and Mrs. Greenleaf, Mrs. Ripley and others. The former cannot get over the old penchant. Manifested as it is, I cannot help feeling myself not a little provoked. But as things are now, we are better prepared to go on than we have been. My father takes deep root and if it was not for the misfortune of my Mother’s condition and feelings, I should never again fear any interference from there. Evening cold and compelled to sit in the House. Conversation, politics, present and future.