My morning was occupied in reading Michaux and I took a short walk in the woods to gather leaves by which to judge practically of the varieties of the oak. The heat of the morning however caused me shortly to desist. In the afternoon, Abby dragged me into the service to hear a poor blind man preach, who had by accidental circumstances been landed in the town yesterday and who had no more money to carry him farther. He was a pitiable object. I was obliged to a little charity and I reflected how rarely I have been guilty of such a thing. Selfish and cold. Rode with Abby to see Edward Brooks and his wife and drink tea. Found Mrs. Boott and Miss Wells, a niece,1 there beside. I like Edward better than any of Abby’s brothers. Returned before nine.