Morning occupied in reading. At the Office, Reeves. Mr. Curtis called in to know whether any thing had been done by my father concerning the Boylston property.1
Nothing that I know of. Afternoon went to an Auction in hopes to get a set of Burke but it went very dear. At the Office reading Edwards’ West Indies. Walk with E. H. Derby round by South Boston Bridge returning by the new bridge. Evening at home reading Cyril Thornton. Spirits still very low.