Fine day. To town. Mechanic’s fair. Home. Evening, two visiters.

I went to town this morning, but the greater part of my time was taken up in accompanying the ladies who went in the carriage, to the 304Mechanic’s Fair. For my own part I saw little or nothing more than I did before. The crowd was greater and there was the same inability to fix the wandering attention upon any single object. Yet the general effect is undoubtedly indicative of the progress the country makes in industry, and the vigour with which the wits of the New England people push their enterprise. I did not get away until nearly one when I had to pay a visit to my house and do some commissions before I could return home so that it was later than usual.

Afternoon, finished the life of Agricola which after all is rather a tribute of affection than a remarkable history. In the evening, a visit from Mr. F. A. Whitney and Mr. Cranch detained us at home until too late to go to the other house.