This was a great Review day1 and of consequence not much adapted to profitable occupation in study. After an attempt at the Office, I gave it up and tried to write a letter to my Mother, but failed equally in that. My father was in town to witness the Parade. John and I seized the occasion and slipped out to Medford, where we spent two hours quite agreeably, returning to Boston in time to accompany the President to the New Theatre in Common Street. There is much rivalry existing between this and that I visited last evening. This one is just opened. This being the second evening. Performances were Mrs. Inchbald’s, Wives as they were and Maids as they are, and the Lady and the Devil.2 The old Theatre has just imported some English Performers, and the new one stands upon theirs, being American. I think them about equal. The house was full and my father very warmly received.