Morning mild and pleasant. I attended at Meeting during the whole of the day and heard Mr. B. Whitney of Hingham preach. A man who seems to keep no course with the current of the times. A true Country Parson, without any hopes or wishes out of the line of his station. He dined with us and I was struck with the limited character of his observations. He is one of the old school of Clergy, and serves to show pretty clearly that on the whole there has been some advance in Theological education.

It rained in the afternoon, but Mr. and Mrs. Russel of Boston1 with Col. Quincy paid a visit notwithstanding. I continued my Alpha-302betical Catalogue during every minute of disposable time. Abby was much better today, so I sat up until eleven.

I rode to town this morning more rapidly than usual as my horse was changed for a much more clever one. At the Office, writing and reading when who should call in but my old acquaintance and Classmate Aylwin whom I had not seen for very many years.1 He was altered but not so much that on a second examination I did not succeed in recognizing him. We talked a little while pleasantly, he has altered somewhat and become more manly, but we had little of a pleasant nature to recollect in his course and exit at Cambridge, and since there has been nothing to give us a common subject.

I had an engagement in the Probate Court, where I got my permission to sell New’s real Estate. But much time was taken up in waiting. I was then occupied in filling up the Bond and arranging the rest of New’s papers so that all my period for stay in Boston was thus consumed. The afternoon passed in a continuation of the Catalogue, my father after finishing my Mother’s room, gave out when he went to the Office so that I pursued the Alphabetical Catalogue with steadiness. In the evening we went to pay a visit to Mr. Edward Miller which I owed him ever since my last visit here. Mrs. Miller was unwell and not visible, but we saw him for an hour. I sat two hours after, at work upon the Catalogue.

Morning to town as usual. Weather cloudy and warm. I thought I would take this opportunity to go and make a purchase of wine for my father, and at the same time get the Certificate for the Boylston Insurance Stock. Mr. Baldwin the President of it appears to be a very sensible man and manages on principles which I believe to be very secure.1 Stock of this kind is always hazardous, therefore the wise course is to make it as little so as possible. I talked with him some time very pleasantly, and then went on my course. At Messrs. J. D. and 303M. Williams, I purchased for my father one quarter Cask of Sherry and for myself half the quantity of Port Wine. They both seemed to me of excellent kinds, but the price to be paid for them was very considerable. I did not return to my Office until quite late and had only time for a very few minutes reading of Hutchinson. Returned to Quincy to dine and passed the Afternoon as usual making my Catalogue very busily indeed. But the labour of this work is no trifle. I felt very much fatigued.