Morning as usual. But Wyer interrupted me in my Law and so I lost an hour. The afternoon
was entirely occupied in writing an answer to Abby. In the evening I rode out with
John. We went to the burying ground on the Eastern branch as I happened to say in
going near it that I had never seen it. It will in time be a melancholy monument.
Clinton and Gerry1
are now the most distinguished of those who lie there. The members of Congress have
only a simple low block of stone with their names. In treading over remains of useful
and distinguished men an awe strikes me which in common places of this sort I never
feel. Indeed having diverged a little, my risibles were a little excited by these
Weep not, my wife, nor mother dear
Your son’s not dead but sleeping here.
Billiards in the evening.