Mild day. At home. Visit from Dr. and Mrs. Frothingham. Evening ladies at home.

I spent about an hour in copying this morning, when Dr. Frothingham with his Wife and children drove up in fulfilment of their long promised visit. The day was very favorable and I carried the Dr. quite a walk to see some of our various quarries to which I had myself scarcely ever before been. In the mean time his conversation was pleasant as it generally is with me and instructive. He has a way of thinking quite his own which however seems to me as he grows older to mark itself very forcibly upon the mind and principally by it’s clear separation from the fancies of the activity of the age. They did not leave us until sunset.

The ladies from the house below took tea and spent the evening with us. So that on the whole I have made no great progress in reading this day.