It was warm today until a thunder shower came and cooled the air. I went to town and was employed every minute of my time in something or other. Among the rest, I was obliged to go to Cambridge for the purpose of returning some books to the library, it being near the moment for the annual examination. This I effected by taking the omnibus in and out, although not without heat and fatigue. Of course I was abridged of my time here.

Glad as I always am to get out of the dust and bustle of the city and enjoy the fresh breeze from the sea. Afternoon, Pliny. Took up Grahame’s history and bethought myself of the possibility of making it conducive to my studies and to the satisfaction of a request of Dr. Palfrey’s for a review for the much fallen North American.1 Evening passed in looking over the work.