Morning at the Office for a few moments. Returned to my room to drive George in a gig to Weston. The weather was cloudy and changeable but warm. We had a pleasant ride and stopped to look at the farm which father has obtained by the singular bequest of Mr. Boylston.1 It is in a miserable condition and not likely to be better in his hands. He had better part with it if he can find any purchaser. We went over the house and barns and then returned to a house two miles this side to dine. My appetite supplied the place of a good dinner and we devoured every thing that was set before us. Reached Boston before six. Evening at home.