The morning promised a continuation of the excessive heat, but the change of Wind to the Eastward immediately relieved us from the severity of it. The City remained very sultry however from the heated state of the Bricks. My father went in with me. The heat has produced a great effect upon his Nerves, so that I found it advisable not to talk earnestly upon any subject. Our family is constitutionally irritable, and the fact that I am not so now, only betokens an unusually high degree of health.

I read a little this morning. Mr. Fiske called upon me about a Note given by one Derby for Wood sold at Weston. He was a Classmate of mine and was always holding ill will against me among many of that period. He was now civil enough.1 My father made it late as the Overseers of the College were delaying their adjournment.

Afternoon, short. I read a little of the Oration for Milo, but a visit from Mr. and Mrs. E. Everett cut me short considerably. I do very little. I went to ride with my Mother but the rapid accumulation of Clouds threatened us with rain and we hurried home.

Evening, some Gentlemen with my Father consulting as I suppose about his delivering a fourth of July Oration here.2 They seem disposed to put him in harness in every way possible. I have had a thought come across me that if he declined, it might be offered to me. But this is probably vanity. I do not really wish it, as I know that is not my forte. But as there are but three or four educated men in the town, it does not seem unnatural or extraordinary for me to suppose the thing possible. I hope my father will accept it and allow me to go on in my happy, quiet way. The air was chilly though it cleared off. I read a little of Grimm and two Numbers of the Spectator.