Morning fine. My Wife and I left Quincy this morning for some days intending to make a stay for a short period at Medford, according to invitation. First to town, and I to the Office as usual. Inquired about my investment but found I had lost my chance. Still resolved to sell out of the American Bank if the Stock should go up. Finished a fair Copy of My Article about Railways, to send to the Patriot. Finished the whole of my fathers portion of the Annual Register with the Chapter on Greece. And consumed the remainder of my morning in going to make a bargain about my Mother’s bathing tub, which I did not succeed in after all.

Went with my Wife to Medford and found upon our arrival Gorham Brooks and his Wife there, who came to dine and pass the afternoon. They are not favourites of mine. She has not character enough, he too much. Began upon Winthrop’s Journal,1 being resolved that if I must stay here, my time should not be altogether wasted. Evening, Conversation with Mr. Frothingham about Cromwell—Our views of his character.

Morning fine and warm. These two have been the first days in which the weather could be supposed to have shown us Summer. We attended divine service this morning, and heard Dr. Pierce1 of Brookline preach in a manner not the most interesting to me. He dined with Mr. Brooks and as the Carriage was full, I walked home. The exercise not being usual to me at midday affected me a good deal—The heat being also considerable. It is a fair mile and a quarter in the Sun. I felt so fatigued that after dinner I fell asleep and declined attending Church. Dr. Pierce probably may not have relished it but I confess I return the compliment to his Sermons.

Mr. Frothingham preached at West Cambridge and dined at home which necessitated four walks like mine, and fatigued him pretty thoroughly. Read more of Winthrop in the afternoon. Mr. Savage does not please me. He writes some silly and other impudent Notes, and his book is altogether unworthy the labour he put upon it. The air was cooled by a thunder shower. Evening quietly spent—Every body being fatigued, soon went to bed.

Morning very warm. I tried this morning Mr. Brooks’ shower bath before breakfast and found myself exceedingly refreshed by it.1 The feeling of the morning air though chilly is very delicious. There is a freshness about it, and the Country looks so verdant and still that it cheers the spirits to the task of the day. Rode to town and went to the Office. Mr. Spear my doubtful Tenant sent me two thirds of his Rent as did also Mrs. Wells. I believe in order to ensure punctuality it is 270highly necessary to keep persons in mind of their obligations. I was thus enabled to make a further deposit this month, and found that it had been the largest since my assuming the Agency. But this will avail little. My father seems equally satisfied if an Agent is minus a thousand dollars or if he scrapes faithfully every source. He came to town today much exhausted, and apparently depressed. I do not relish this in the least. He is in many respects an altered man. Returned to Medford to dine, but was caught in a very violent thunder shower which wet me very considerably.

Mr. Brooks and Mr. Frothingham did not dine at home, having gone to Charlestown to hear Mr. Everett deliver an Oration upon the Anniversary of it’s being two hundred years since the first settlement.2 I should like to have gone if I had not so violent a crowd to deal with. As it was I felt content in being able to sit and read Winthrop, though rather a dry study. The weather was showery. Evening, Mr. Stetson and Mr. Frothingham came home, afterwards Mr. Brooks. We got into a warm and animated conversation, or rather argument upon the subject of the Colonization scheme.3 I confess I am rather inclined to think well of it as the only cool and apparently reasonable scheme which has been presented. But Mr. Brooks and Mr. Frothingham were against me.