The morning was clear but excessively cool for the season with a bright atmosphere and sharp North Easter. I did not go to town. Time passed in reading Livy and in examining MS until noon, when Mr. Price Greenleaf called and I accompanied my father and him to Squantum, it being the day of the annual dinner of the Neponset Bridge Company. We walked down which owing to the cold day was not unpleasant. The company here was not very different from what it usually is. Mr. Miller, Mr. Beale and his son, Messrs. Whitney and Lunt, T. Greenleaf, his son Price and Mr. Appleton, Captn. Quincy, Mr. T. B. Wales, Jos. Bass and Dr. Woodward, D. Greenleaf, my father 88and myself made with Jos. H. Adams the party. It was rather more stupid than usual, my father being somewhat indisposed and therefore silent, and his silence producing an effect upon the rest. We broke up early and hurried home on account of the cold. My father not wishing to remain and the Carriage being ordered to a later hour, he set out on a walk home. But I did not incline to overfatigue myself, and took a seat offered by Mr. T. Greenleaf to me, a decision I afterwards regretted as I felt the cold much more in an open carriage than I should have done walking. E. C. Adams and Louisa C. Smith spent the day here and returned in the evening, with Jos. who came for them.