Morning to town. The weather which for the past week has been cold and disagreeable, today promised better. At the Office, occupied in drawing up the requisite papers for the settlement of my brother’s affairs. I have almost completed the Inventory which now wants only the attention of the appraizers. I also settled some bills, as well my father’s as my own. I am afraid if I do not hit upon some clear method, that these two will fall into a little confusion. Dined at the Exchange Ordinary alone which is unpleasant. Afternoon, at Dr. Welsh’s, finishing the Inventory of the Library. Poor Thomas Welsh has decided to go to prison upon his debt to the State Bank, which I regret. Returned to Quincy. Evening, Conversation with my father, but without much interest.