Rode to town this morning with George in my gig. Morning at the Office occupied as
usual. Met with Mr. Meredith, a young man whom I knew formerly at Cambridge and who
graduated some time after me.1
Dined with him at the Exchange and drank some Sherry until I began to feel it’s weight.
Took a cup of Coffee to cure it and read part of Williston’s Eloquence of the United
In the evening, went to the Exchange Coffee House and found my father, John and Thomas
arrived to go [to]
the Theatre. I joined them and we saw the French Opera of the Barber of Seville performed
together with the little piece called le procès du Fandango. Rossini’s music of this
Opera is to me exceedingly delightful and it was very well performed by this Orchestra.
The performers did well although none of them came near those whom I saw in the Italian
piece of the same name two years ago at New York. On the whole I was much delighted
and returned to the Exchange well pleased, though with a tolerably severe head ache.
It was after one o’clock before I slept.