I attended Meeting, as it is called, both morning and afternoon. Mr. Burnap, a gentleman well remembered as in the class preceding ours at Cambridge, favoured us and made me sleepy. In the evening there was a round of Medford people to see my father, notwithstanding the violent rain, to all of whom I was introduced, and among others to two Miss Grays and one Miss Hall, cousins of Abby.1 The process was very fatiguing.