Morning cloudy with a mild wind blowing from the South. I decided upon remaining in town until eleven o’clock, during which time I finished copying my letter to my Father and arranged my Study which bore the marks of considerable reading without method. It ought to be a person’s business to restore books to their places at least once a month or so. Without it a Library soon becomes a mass of confusion.

We had two or three Spring showers which served to render the air agreeable. At eleven we went out to Medford as usual, and found the face of things changed since our last visit from Winter to Spring. I took a short walk and mused in a tone half pleasing, half melancholy, the family had not returned from Meeting. They finally came accompanied by Mary Hall who dined here. The afternoon was passed at Meeting—A Sermon from Mr. Stetson extremely uninteresting to me. Afterwards time wasted listlessly. Evening, Mr. Jonathan Brooks—An amusing original.