A very fine day. The one fixed upon according to custom for the observation of a general fast but which has of late years been observed as a kind of quiet holiday. As such I like it. It is unique in it’s character. None of the noise and bustle, the guns, drums, blunderbuss and thunder of our Jubilee days, and none of the stuffing of thanksgiving. If there is excess and I fear there is, it is at least not the prominent external feature.1

I spent an hour upon coins and then attended divine Service and heard Dr. Frothingham from Psalms 25. 11. “For thy name’s sake O Lord, pardon mine iniquity; for it is great.” I am afraid I can give no account of this discourse of which I am a little ashamed. After service walk with my children, the day was lovely and the common was crowded with boys playing ball. Spent some time before dinner upon the collection of coins.

T. K. Davis dined and spent the afternoon during which we walked twice round the common. Pleasant enough. He left at eight after which we had a short evening. Being fatigued, I retired early.