Arose early and supplied the deficiency which the long continued absence of the last week had occasioned in my Journal. It is the first time it has been so long behind the proper time since I commenced this book. Rode to Boston and passed the morning in reading Kent at the Office. After a heavy shower, I went to Medford to dine, found Abby as usual. Interrupted by a visit from a certain Miss Hastings in whom I remembered an acquaintance made during a visit of my Uncle T. Johnson’s to this part of the Country five years since. I probably have the account of it in some of my books. Evening quiet with Abby.

After passing a little while with Abby I rode into Boston. Found at the Office for me three letters, one from my father, very short merely to preserve the regular series and two from my Mother. She seems to have felt the observations of my letter of the 28th of last month much more than I had intended.1 It is difficult to deal with sensitive women. Read Kent and in the afternoon, Copied Executive Record with a short notice of Cicero. Rode to Quincy and passed the evening partly in weeding the Nursery and partly with Thomas in conversation.

Arose early and occupied myself in weeding the Nursery and putting it in order. Went to Boston, found myself the sole tenant of the Office where five Law Students were at the commencement of the year.1 Mr. Davis was sick, as I presume. Finished the second Volume of Kent’s Commentaries from which I have scarcely derived much benefit. Afternoon, Executive Record and Cicero pro Roscio Amerino. Returned to Quincy after a violent rain which had effectually cooled the air. Looked into the Nursery and found some havoc had been made among the young sprouts, which quite discouraged me in hoping for much. The acorns were not laid quite low enough. Passed the evening with my Uncle and Cousin at Mr. George Beale’s; Miss Greenleafs, and his family. Cherries in abundance but little conversation.