I was up this morning to see the sun rise, a very beautiful sight from this spot as a sublime one indeed from any. The sky was clear but a vapour in the east made the luminary appear in a blaze of red light. With the exception of a brief walk to the Bank and Post Office I was occupied all the morning in collating the copies of the small diaries with the originals. It is much to be regretted that these are not more complete because they relate to times of interest and are unique in their way.

I. Hull Adams called to let me know of his appointment to the survey of a Railroad in Maryland and he leaves on Friday. I talked with him about the execution of the trust of his brother’s will which I am now anxious to hasten. But the settlement lags at Washington.

Afternoon Pliny. I walked to Mount Wollaston, a beautiful spot as ever but the orchard from the failure of most of the trees looked dreary to me. Home by the new road which will shorten the way somewhat when done. In the evening quiet. Read Grahame.