Fine day. To town, thence to Medford. Mr. Brooks’ and Gorham’s.

Mr. Brooks has for some time past been urging my Wife and myself to go to Medford. We accepted the invitation and fixed today. Accordingly we started, my Wife in the Carriage and my father to Boston with me. I spent the morning in town in business of various kinds, and at one started with my Wife and I with our boy John.

We got to Mr. Brooks’ house to dinner. And passed the afternoon and evening there with the exception of a short visit to Gorham Brooks’, where were Mrs. Edward and Sidney Brooks and Edward paying a visit. The sensation to me here was one of loneliness which I have not before felt and know hardly how to account for. The place looks pretty but cold. During our stay at Gorham’s there came up Mr. Cushing and Hodgkinson. The former much as I had heard of him, I had never seen before. A coarse looking man. The latter gentlemanly and handsome but very English farmerlike. Retire early from positive want of occupation.