Morning extremely fine, one of the first which we have had, for I rarely recollect a Season in which the Weather has been so cold. The Fruit has not had time to ripen and the foliage bears marks of it’s influence. Rode to town accompanied by Mr. Frothingham and went to the Office, from thence to my house where I sent1 and arranged the copy of Buffon, already spoken of. Felt as if I wished the time for my going there was come, but patience must be my guide.

Returned and read a portion of Hutchinson. Was detained in the Street for half an hour by an applicant who wanted one of the Tenements, but bored me upon every subject. He is a thoroughgoing democrat of the first water, and however much I may like the party, this specimen is not the most attractive portion of it. Glad to get away. Returned to Medford.

Afternoon broken by the arrival of Edward Brooks and his Wife who took tea here as well as Messrs. C. C. Emerson and J. Lyman.2 Mr. Brooks was not at home, having gone to attend the funeral of Mr. Bridge in Charlestown.3 Evening quiet. I finished the second Volume of Rollin.