Morning, rode to town, although the weather looked exceedingly threatening and unpleasant. At the Office, reading as usual, but determined upon going to Medford notwithstanding the rain. I rode out at dinner time and it seemed to me as if all the floods had collected to pour down upon this special occasion. I was well protected from it and so it mattered little. Found the family as usual. In the afternoon, as the weather looked rather more favourably, I went with Abby over to Winter Hill to see Mrs. Everett, and finding her well, we stopped and took tea. Mr. Felton, a young man who graduated after me at Cambridge, came in.1 He is now engaged in keeping a school at Geneseo in New York. It was rather a remarkable day for a visit of this kind but I 277have seldom been at Mr. E.’s, when the family were entirely alone. Mr. E. was very pleasant and we did not return home to Medford until quite late.

Returned to Boston with Abby whom I left at Mrs. Frothingham’s, then to the Office. Found the accounts from home rather more favourable. At the Office reading, but not so profitably as I ought to have done. Afternoon, reading the speeches of Messrs. Giles and Bayard on the bill relating to the Judiciary.1 Then called at Mrs. Frothingham’s to see Abby but found she had left town, upon which I left myself, with George. On our arrival at Quincy, we found the President had gone out on a fishing party with the gentlemen of the town. On their return they announced an unsuccessful day, on account of the violence of the wind. It was rather a singular day to attempt an expedition of the kind. I felt sleepy and retired early. John had recovered.

Rode to town this morning with George in my gig. Morning at the Office occupied as usual. Met with Mr. Meredith, a young man whom I knew formerly at Cambridge and who graduated some time after me.1 Dined with him at the Exchange and drank some Sherry until I began to feel it’s weight. Took a cup of Coffee to cure it and read part of Williston’s Eloquence of the United States.2 In the evening, went to the Exchange Coffee House and found my father, John and Thomas arrived to go to the Theatre. I joined them and we saw the French Opera of the Barber of Seville performed together with the little piece called le procès du Fandango. Rossini’s music of this Opera is to me exceedingly delightful and it was very well performed by this Orchestra. The performers did well although none of them came near those whom I saw in the Italian piece of the same name two years ago at New York. On the whole I was much delighted and returned to the Exchange well pleased, though with a tolerably severe head ache. It was after one o’clock before I slept.