After going to the Office for a few minutes, and calling upon Miss Louisa C. Smith to accompany me, I went to Quincy in a Carriage according to request. The day was so cold that I felt comfortless all the way out. I got out at the House of my Father for the sake of obtaining from among his Papers two or three which I found necessary. These I succeeded after considerable search in getting. I then went up to the House now occupied by the Widow. I sat very quietly alone for some time as I was early. But before three, persons began to come and the House was soon quite full.

Mr. Whitney made a very good Prayer, and the whole thing was conducted with the greatest propriety. We followed the body to it’s long home. I went into the place as I came down and it gave me the least unpleasant idea of the grave that I ever had. The Coffins six in number were arranged on each side, and the place was clean and airy. There repose Mr. & Mrs. Cranch, Mrs. Smith the Mother of Louisa C. Smith and Mrs. Smith the sister of my Father, poor George and an infant child of the late deceased who today was added to the number.1 My Grandfather and Grandmother have been removed to a spot beneath the Church. Such places are generally gloomy but this was less so than I expected. After every thing was over, we went back to the House and from thence to town. I was quite glad to get to my warm fire at home.