- Wheeler
- Winthrop— Thomas L
- Quincy Mrsand Susan
- 
							Green— Mrs
- Smith— Louisa C
- Dean— Elijah jr.
- Royall. MrsAnn
- Woodward Joseph
- Dal Verme— Count Jacques
- Beale— George
- Quincy— Josiah
I took a ride this morning after Breakfast with my brother, to Braintree; and we
							stopped at Mr
								James Howards. At ten O’Clock, Mr
								Wheeler, the Painter from Cincinnati came, and I sat to
							him with various interruptions till two. He dined with us; and
							immediately after dinner went away, to return to Boston, in the Stage
							from Plymouth— The lists of visitors in the margin, on this and other
							days, are my only apologies for the loss of Time, which I am constantly
							lamenting, but never repair— Mr Winthrop, Mrs Quincy
							and her two
								daughters, called before dinner. Louisa Smith dined, and spent the day
							here— She is on a visit at Mr Daniel Greenleaf’s— Dean is a farmer, and Seller of baskets
							from a neighbouring town, who came from an overweening curiosity to see
							and talk with the President, and sold me a basket, but would not take
							for it more than a quarter of a dollar— Mrs Royall came from
							Boston, in the Stage with my Son Charles— She is going to Plymouth and travelling about
							the Country to make another book— She continues to make herself noxious
							to many persons; tolerated by some, and feared by others; by her
							deportment and her books, treating all with a familiarity, which often
							passes for impudence: insulting those who treat her with incivility, and
							then lampooning them in her books— Stripped of all her sex’s delicacy
							but unable to forfeit its privilege of gentle treatment from the other,
							she goes about like a virago errant in enchanted armour, and redeems
							herself from the cravings of indigence by the notoriety of her
							eccentricities, and the fr
								Woodward was here but a moment— The Count dal Verme introduced himself
							as the Son of a man of the
							same name, an Italian who travelled in this Country in 1788. He produced
							two Original Letters, dated in that year— One a Letter of Recommendation
							from General Washington, the
							other a Letter from Dr. Ezra Stiles, then President of Yale College,
							to the Count himself announcing to him that a degree of Doctor of Laws
							had been conferred upon him, at their recent Commencement— He had also a
							written paper, in English, purporting to be a note from his father, and
							a list of names of persons of distinction in this Country, from whom he
							states that he had received numerous kind attentions, and the note
							advises the Son to visit the Survivors of that list. Mr Adams is one of the names at Boston, which
							must have been meant for Samuel
								Adams: but this young man supposed it was my father, who at that time, and for five
							years 264afterwards was absent in Europe.— I
							received and treated this Count with civility, but there was something
							so peculiar in his self-introduction, and his documents that I could not
							resist some distrust of his authenticity— He told me that he had come
							from Liverpool to New-York, and was now going to Quebec. Mr Beale
							and Mr
								Quincy paid short visits— The Mayor was somewhat
							exasperated against Mrs Royall, who he said
							was this morning near being brought up before the Police Court— I paid
							an evening visit at Mr John Greenleaf’s, and in my
							walk met Mr
								Marston who turned and went with me— He said he had
							received a Letter of complaint from his Son in Law, Henry D’Wolf of Bristol Rhode-Island,
							because he had not obtained for him the appointment of Collector, when
								Drury was removed: and said that
							he wanted the place the more urgently because his property had been
							deeply involved in the failure of George
								D’Wolf. I told him that circumstance alone must have
							prevented the appointment of Henry D’Wolf, as George D’Wolf had been the
							bondsman of Drury, and we believed that Drury’s delinquencies had gone
							principally into the sink of George D’Wolf’s debts— I bathed with
								Antoine at One.
