Warm morning. Instead of going to town, I decided upon going to Quincy. I rode round the Country through Cambridge and Brooklyne and felt the fatigue more than usual. I have nothing very especial to do when I go, but Kirk and his wife expect me out and I feel as if they may occasionally require my presence. Arrived at noon and as it was too warm to pay the visits intended I sat in my father’s Library looking over his German authors and walked about the Garden. Dined and soon after started on my return to Medford through Boston. I was nearly six hours on the road this day and very much fatigued. The ride is too long for pleasure.

Abby received another letter from my Mother announcing a change of arrangement and that my brother and his Wife were not to come on this year at all.1 This throws ever thing up into the air again. It is a very singular feature of our family proceedings that we never know what is what.

Mr. Brooks and Abby went out in the evening but I staid at home. Mr. J. Angier and Price Greenleaf of Quincy called and I accompanied them round the garden.