Contrary to my intention formed yesterday, I rode into Boston this morning, Thomas B. Adams being with me, who is about to start for Portland. I am sorry he is going as I shall miss him considerably. Morning at the Office, finished Jones’ Essay on the Law of Bailments and read a little of Cruise on the Title, Mortgage. But not as much occupied as I should have been. Afternoon, Executive Record and
Cicero. The day was an extraordinarily fine one and was doubly gratifying after so much bad weather. Returned to Quincy, having a pleasant ride. Found there John Foster, a nephew of Mrs. T. B. Adams. Had some fine occupation in the Nursery this evening, it being the first in which I have had any opportunity since my coming here. Voltaire’s Peter the First and Conversation. The evening was lovely.