Morning, rode to town. Engaged busily all the morning in business belonging to my
father’s estate or my brother’s affairs, so that I can hardly be said to have had
any for my own. The larger part of the time was occupied in going to the various tenants
and making inquiries in regard to the state of the rents. I find them all sadly backward.
George, poor fellow, was not fit for the situation, he understood little of business
and was not pleased with that. Money was to him, an article which was useful in life
without his ever knowing how he might obtain it. His qualities which made him so agreeable
a companion, were the ones which incapacitated him for the purposes of active life.
In the afternoon, I went to No. 47 Chesnut Street to look at some Furniture which
was to be sold tomorrow, some of which is wanted at Quincy. John came to town for
the like purpose and I met him at my Office just as it was time for me to go to Medford.
Rode to Medford and found Abby as usual. Afternoon and evening agreeable though I
was exceedingly fatigued. Mrs. Brooks looks badly.