Rain but afterwards cleared up. To Boston. Afternoon out. Evening at the Mansion.

The morning opened with heavy clouds and a thunder shower in the midst of which I went to town accompanied by J. H. Adams. But it cleared afterwards. Time occupied in making calls of various kinds and commissions. I had in fact little to do. I had hurried my work so much before quitting the city that there is nothing left. No doubt in a week or two, it will begin again. To the Athenaeum to get some books for my father. Return.

The afternoon was so fine that I was tempted to spend it out in pruning my trees and examining the different things that grow about here. They look promising now, but there are few things more productive of disappointment than arboriculture. Evening at the mansion.