Morning bright and somewhat cold. Went to the Office as usual, and occupied myself in my father’s Accounts and business affairs. Called to see Kinsman and found that Mr. Ayer was disposed to resist the claim of rent against him, which is very disagreeable indeed but I cannot see how to help it. A writ must be issued. The amount is trifling but the giving up would be making a sanction of injustice, which I never can do. But I dislike exceedingly going into one case when I am barely out of another. I received this day Prentiss Whitney’s Note indorsed by Baker and Alexander payable in thirty days, for 308.75 clear of expenses, which is a miserable way of getting off, but it is not my fault.1 This is the consequence among many others of the eminently negligent system followed during the last Agency. We can only regret what is past. I had this morning another disagreeable business relating to George settled. Mr. Miles Farmer came up for the last time and after various attempts at extortion, which were strenuously resisted he consented to give me a total release of all demands whatsoever if I would give him up his Note which I consented to do.2 So we exchanged receipts and he went away as I hope not to return to us very soon. I am tired of the sight of his face. Mr. Ayer my Carpenter came in wanting to be paid but I had not the money so was obliged to state the case. My purchase of the Boylston Market Share has embarrassed me. The rest of the time was not well spent.

After dinner I continued writing but felt less satisfied as I went along. Much occurred which puzzled me, and my Wife’s conversation distracted me. But I progressed notwithstanding, and the more as this was the evening of the family meeting which takes place late. I went at eight. It was not over agreeable and I was glad to get home. The severity of remark upon writing a little discouraged me.