Morning to town, but I find myself so late in reaching it that I am hurried for time very much. My office too already looks as if it wanted a boy. At the house putting my books up, find that I shall need another case which is not an agreeable discovery. I was thus occupied all day until one when I thought I would ride to Quincy to dine. My father had asked several persons to come to dinner, but none came excepting Mr. Curtis. Thomas as usual. The afternoon was passed in a lazy manner. I became so ashamed of it that I caught up a copy of Lady Montagues Letters, and read half the first Volume.
1 They are pleasant, though not free from affectation and conceit. Evening, Conversation with my father—General literature, Horace Walpole, Dr. Johnson.