The morning was cloudy and damp as if it had been raining during the night. I walked into the Orchard with my Father and in discussing the subject of Trees I thought he seemed eager to close with my proposal of making a Nursery at Mount Wollaston. I think I will interest myself in this. But there are so many discouragements operating upon me in this regard that I do not know what to think of it.

We afterwards attended divine service and heard Mr. Whitney preach one Sermon upon controverted doctrinal texts and another upon the subject of a general judgment. In the evening, Abby and my father went down to pay a short visit to Mrs. Quincy. Saw her infant which is always brought in upon such occasions. A Thunder Storm in the Night.