I arose very early this morning and went down to fish for smelts. The air was sharp and I thought would probably be very favorable but I hardly had a bite. After three hours expectation I returned home. Morning in consequence pretty short. I read a little more of Werther finishing the first part. A very curious book with some very powerful passages in it, and others that are perfectly burlesque. Afternoon, I started shortly after dinner and reached Medford by six o’clock. The evening quite sharp. Mr. Price Greenleaf called and conversed in a very lively manner. I read German.