Rode into Boston with Mr. Brooks. The mild weather has so opened the roads that the
travelling is shocking upon them and I was a little disposed to regret that Mr. B.
had come as I feared he had done so in regard to my accommodation. Conversation with
him upon miscellaneous subjects. A letter from my Father together with a Sonnet by
him to the Cock. I cannot but say that I think his Letters are degenerating into Sermons
and that he is as usual missing my character.1
Read Blackstone and Copied from Howe’s Lecture as usual and read a smart debate reported
in the Intelligencer in relation to a resolution moved by the Manufacturing Committee
(so called). Evening at the Moot Court and heard an argument. Afterwards Supper at
the Exchange with Richardson and Conversation.