A lovely day, more like June than this month. Morning in part in study and part out. Afternoon a ride. Evening at home.

Locke’s Essay Volume 2, p. 1–42. On the abuse of words, a fruitful subject, if it could be followed up in all it’s conclusions. Justness of thought depends exceedingly upon the right use of words because they often help to define what might otherwise lie cloudy.

Walked to Mrs. Adams’ to arrange her Quarterly Sums and heard on the road of the increasing sickness which prevails. This makes me anxious about the children who are nevertheless tolerably well excepting John who has been drooping, but appears better this afternoon.

Lucretius 5 book, 90–300. The prophecy of the world’s destruction does not appear very new and yet we see no symptom of it at this late day. My father rode with me round the beautiful town of Milton, my favourite and it never looked better than now.

Mr. Price Greenleaf called in the evening and I accompanied him to a meeting of citizens to prevent stealing of fruit. He sat with us an hour afterwards. Miss Julia DeWint here.