Morning at the Office. Kent. Conversation with George and examination of a cargo of seeds which has been sent round from Washington. This occupied all the morning and in the next place I rode with Mr. Brooks to Medford. Found Mr. and Mrs. Frothingham at Medford but Abby had gone out which vexed me a good deal. Had 246a pleasant dinner and after dinner a good deal of company. Among others, Winthrop Gray, a cousin of Abby’s, and a most disagreeable animal. Rode down with him to Mrs. Gray’s and walked up with Abby. My feelings were so strong I could not help expressing them for which I was afterwards sorry. Abby was quite sick with a headache.

Returned to town with Mr. Brooks. Then went to Quincy with George in a Gig, going over the Neck. The Country looked well and we had a pleasant day. Our purpose was to examine the Nursery and to put down the seeds which had been sent to us. This we accomplished although the heat of the Sun made it fatiguing. My trees look remarkably well. They have all taken. The Oaks look flourishing. After some conversation and taking tea, we returned to town over Milton Hill and met the last of the heavy stone Columns for the Meeting House. It was dragged by thirty five yoke of oxen and was a tolerable load.1 Evening at my room reading Louis 15th.

Morning at the Office. Agreeably surprised by finding three letters for me from home. My father, my Mother and John.1 Very amusing all of them. Read Kent’s Commentaries as usual. Afternoon, Executive Record. In consequence of some milk which I drank and heat and fatigue of yesterday I felt excessively sleepy and could not read Louis 15th although I attempted it. Took my usual walk and in the evening wrote a reply to John.2 It is so long since we have written that there is a little unavoidable stiffness.

Wrote a letter to my Mother1 which detained me at my room sometime longer than usual. Then to the Office but did not find time to do any thing. At one o’clock I left town for Winter Hill having engaged to dine there. Found Col. Miller, the Greek hero, there and did not admire him.2 Abby was there, and a certain Mr. Bourne dined there. I knew him by sight formerly. We spent the afternoon there 247and returned to Medford in the evening. Mr. Everett seemed occupied in other things.