Morning damp, and warm. We left Medford after breakfast, to return to town. I did not go to the Office however as it was not a business day.1 The present is the holiday season in this part of the Country. Election week being the time in which most of the people from the Country choose to indulge themselves with the wonders and pleasures of a City.

My Wife feeling desirous of going to the Gallery of Pictures at the Athenaeum, I took advantage of the day to go down with her. The exhibition strikes me less and less every time I go to see it. Though the good pictures are still worth attentive examination. There is a strong temptation held out there to buy. But I feel as if I could not properly purchase and must attend more strictly to those views which I have laid down for myself at present.

We returned late, and stopped at Mrs. Hale’s to see Mr. Everett who has returned. He looks pale and thin, somewhat exhausted from his labours in the Session. After dinner, I continued Dr. Parr for a portion of time, and spent a part in seeing the show of the Governor’s chairing with my Wife.2 They say it always rains on this occasion. This day was no exception certainly, for we had a number of showers during the day. Evening, reading Eustace and afterwards Parr.