Morning very lovely. It seemed to pay for all the bad weather we had had. I arose early and went to town after breakfast. Spent a considerable part of the morning in reading Gibbon and the rest in the Athenaeum and at the Gallery of Paintings. Met at this last place my neighbour Mr. J. Fullerton. He is quite scientific in regard to pictures and discussed them with me very fully. I have never made any advances towards his acquaintance partly from indifference and partly from want of opportunity. He seems however to be a very gentlemanly man and of some though not extensive information.1

It was time to go, so I started again for Medford. Gorham Brooks and 306his Wife and Mr. Frothingham were there, and we had a pleasant dinner. Afternoon totally wasted, thrown away as if there had not been one. Evening, I accomplished the feat of reading my two Ramblers. Mr. S. Brooks and his sister called and staid an hour.