Another excessively hot day, so much so that I felt unable to advise my Wife to keep her engagement to go to Medford. The Sun seemed to strike a concentrated heat as I stood a little while in the Garden so that I recommended an entire absence of both of us from Boston. But Mr. Beale and Mr. Miller had invited the family to go to Squantum today with an abundance of ladies and gentlemen who were going from Quincy. I felt as if I ought to go or submit to be called fastidious in a great degree, so that after abundance of doubt, I decided in favour of going. My father, brother, John and I went in the Carriage. The ride was pleasant, having the air. We reached there to find a large collection of persons too numerous to name particularly. After a bath with the gentlemen and a sail with the ladies, we trifled away the rest of the time to a fish dinner. This was good though not the best. The afternoon went while I was watching the bowling alley. On the whole, as I was cool and did not feel very much ennuyé, my visit this day to Squantum turned out an agreeable disappointment. We reached home at six to warm weather again. But although the night was a dead calm, I did not suffer at all, on the contrary my evening was cool, and night’s sleep sound.