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.

Fine Morning. The Summer is really commencing. Went to Meeting in the morning and heard Mr. Stetson deliver a tolerably indifferent Sermon. Mr. Brooks’ brother arrived from Portland and dined at the house. It is now the Season for company at Medford and consequently for trouble as I know but few of the visitors who go there. In the evening took a walk with Abby along the bank of the Canal. Miss Mary Hall at the house.

Rose early both yesterday and this day to take a walk with Abby whose health requires it. After breakfast drove over to Watertown and left her at her brother Edward’s, where I made a short stay, before returning to town. The weather was quite warm and I took a bath. Have not yet commenced the cold ones. Afternoon, Executive Record and Louis 15th. Evening, writing.

Morning at the Office. Went into the Supreme Court to hear an argument on a motion for a new trial in the case of the Ship Panther. This vessel being under insurance for two years or until her return to Boston, fell over the Salem Railway where she put in to repair instead of coming into Boston. The Jury had found for the Plaintiff, Ellery. This was a motion because the finding of the Jury was contrary to Evidence. Mr. Saltonstall and Mr. Webster in support of the motion, Mr. C. G. Loring and Mr. Hubbard against it.1 My own impressions were with the latter party. The trial occupied all day. Evening, Bacon’s Novum Organon. Wrote and sent a letter to my father.

Morning at the Office reading Kent. The weather quite warm which 248in the afternoon turned to a shower. I drove to Medford at one o’clock. Found the family tolerably well, and enlarged with the presence of Chardon and his wife, again. Had some conversation with Abby which gave room for reflection. Then took a ride with her round the woods, stopping at Mrs. Hall’s, her Aunt’s, to take tea. This was a long promised visit and very well accomplished. They are people unfortunate in the world and grown rather rustic, the consequence of which is that they feel sensitive about attentions. But I prefer unassuming sense to impertinent nonsense, and so it was no exertion on my part to make this visit. Returned before ten.