I rode to Boston this morning with Mr. Brooks. Our conversation various, but not interesting. At the office all day very studiously disposed. But in the afternoon Mr. Webster came in and conversed with his Students in a very condescending manner. He discussed English politics and his ideas upon that subject were, as upon all, very luminous although not very striking as to novelty. I was much gratified however. In the evening, Mr. Denny, who is a fellow boarder, and I walked to the Theatre in Federal Street.1 Performances were School for Scandal and One hundred Pound Note.2 Acting barely tolerable.

This was a great Review day1 and of consequence not much adapted to profitable occupation in study. After an attempt at the Office, I gave it up and tried to write a letter to my Mother, but failed equally in that. My father was in town to witness the Parade. John and I seized the occasion and slipped out to Medford, where we spent two hours quite agreeably, returning to Boston in time to accompany the President to the New Theatre in Common Street. There is much rivalry existing between this and that I visited last evening. This one is just opened. This being the second evening. Performances were Mrs. Inchbald’s, Wives as they were and Maids as they are, and the Lady and the Devil.2 The old Theatre has just imported some English Performers, and the new one stands upon theirs, being American. I think them about equal. The house was full and my father very warmly received.

Morning at the Office. After dinner went to Winter Hill and spent the day with Mrs. Everett, Abby having gone there in the morning. Mrs. Hall, her daughter and Miss Fowle were there. The evening was cold and it was late when I rode over with Abby to Medford. My father went to Beverley today.