I rode to town this morning more rapidly than usual as my horse was changed for a much more clever one. At the Office, writing and reading when who should call in but my old acquaintance and Classmate Aylwin whom I had not seen for very many years.1 He was altered but not so much that on a second examination I did not succeed in recognizing him. We talked a little while pleasantly, he has altered somewhat and become more manly, but we had little of a pleasant nature to recollect in his course and exit at Cambridge, and since there has been nothing to give us a common subject.

I had an engagement in the Probate Court, where I got my permission to sell New’s real Estate. But much time was taken up in waiting. I was then occupied in filling up the Bond and arranging the rest of New’s papers so that all my period for stay in Boston was thus consumed. The afternoon passed in a continuation of the Catalogue, my father after finishing my Mother’s room, gave out when he went to the Office so that I pursued the Alphabetical Catalogue with steadiness. In the evening we went to pay a visit to Mr. Edward Miller which I owed him ever since my last visit here. Mrs. Miller was unwell and not visible, but we saw him for an hour. I sat two hours after, at work upon the Catalogue.