Arose this morning amid the roar of Cannon celebrating the day which now gives so much assistance to the factions.1
Wrote a letter to my Father as usual. After breakfast went to the Office and found
the report of the death of Mr. Boylston was true. Poor man, he has lingered long and painfully. Received a short letter from my Mother. Read Blackstone. In the afternoon occupied in Copying. Evening quietly at home reading Middleton’s Cicero and copying Executive Record.