Morning at the Office but did not remain there for I passed a part of it in the Supreme
Court and the remainder at Auction. I purchased some books very low but few for which
I cared any thing. The sale was stopped on account of the sacrifice made upon the
books. After dinner, I went to see the paintings in the Gallery of the Athenaeum.
They did not strike me very much excepting Trumbull’s Sortie at Gibraltar, and a few
of the Landscapes. From thence, not having seen Mr. Jones about the Paintings as my
which was my principal object, I went to Dr. Welsh’s to take a measure of the bed
for a bedstead and to look out the keys of the Quincy Trunks. Having done this, I
then went to take a cold bath at the Western Avenue. The water was cold and it was
not altogether pleasant. Evening at home. My mind perplexed.