Arose early and occupied myself in weeding the Nursery and putting it in order. Went to Boston, found myself the sole tenant of the Office where five Law Students were at the commencement of the year.1 Mr. Davis was sick, as I presume. Finished the second Volume of Kent’s Commentaries from which I have scarcely derived much benefit. Afternoon, Executive Record and Cicero pro Roscio Amerino. Returned to Quincy after a violent rain which had effectually cooled the air. Looked into the Nursery and found some havoc had been made among the young sprouts, which quite discouraged me in hoping for much. The acorns were not laid quite low enough. Passed the evening with my Uncle and Cousin at Mr. George Beale’s; Miss Greenleafs, and his family. Cherries in abundance but little conversation.