The weather does not seem to moderate materially, but the East wind which rises in the day prevents one from feeling quite so much it’s violence. I had not quite so much to do in the town today and therefore enjoyed my stay in town much more. Yet I do not know that in fact I spent my time a particle more usefully than usual.

Some few things to be obtained of different persons for my father, and my own hair to be cut, took up much of the morning, the balance passed in reading the Oration of Mr. Everett at Charlestown.1 This is good. He has taken the right hold of the matter though in a tone a little too meek and lowly for my taste. The State of Massachusetts will exist firmly only while she sticks to the principles and feelings planted by the Puritans, and one of the worst of her signs at the present day is that their posterity is so ready to undervalue them.

I returned to Quincy as usual and occupied myself in the Alphabetical arrangement as my father was too warm and fatigued to do much. He overexerts himself and then complains.2 The Evening was cool. I read Walpole when I was not conversing. Judge Adams’ two daughters and Miss Mary Foster paid a visit.