Up early enough to watch the sunrise, although it was in a cloud. The scene was notwithstanding very beautiful and the choral song of the birds made it sublime. I started after an early breakfast for Cambridge, having omitted attendance yesterday. It was the day fixed for the examination of the Sophomore Class in Homer’s Odyssey. Present of the Committee, Messrs. Gray, Merrill, T. K. Davis and myself. The examination was on the whole not a very favorable one. It seemed to me that the young men had gone backward since last year both in their roots and general information, but still it is an intelligent class. I think Felton is not the man to carry them far. He looks to me sleepy.1 At dinner, we had the Latin class examiners, Mr. Young, Mr. Andrews and G. B. Emerson. Professor Channing and Dr. Beck not so amusing as usual.2 Home by four, thus finishing the labours of another year. Read Pliny and worked upon the ground. Evening at home.