The morning was lowering and an easterly wind made it chilly and disagreeable. In order to avoid the rain we started from Boston early after breakfast and reached Medford just as the shower was beginning. We found the family much as usual, having only the addition of Miss Elizabeth Phillips.1 We attended divine service and heard Dr. Ware deliver a Sermon which I recollect very well as an old one at Cambridge in my time.2 Dr. Ware is a sensible man and a clear writer, but so dry that it is next to impossible to keep the attention fixed. I tried it but did not succeed. He dined at Mr. Brooks, but I do not enjoy his Company much as I respect him. Our dinner was dull and Afternoon Sermon drowsy. The remainder of the day was passed as usual without much to remark. I finished the volume of Bausset’s Napoleon 193which I began last Sunday in which he carries out his proposition. A very questionable one in fact, but ingeniously drawn up. Medford has lost much of it’s attraction however, in the mistress of the house.