To town. At home Afternoon. Evening at the Mansion.

I have accidentally made a wrong entry of what happened this Afternoon as being of yesterday, instead of recording that I followed up steadily the collation of the manuscripts and passed an hour alone visiting the house below. My morning was spent in town in active occupation, visiting my house twice, and in various duties so that I found 303myself shortened in time. Home however before three and then the record follows as it ought.

Fine day. At home, dine and tea at the Mansion. Evening at Mr. Beale’s and Mrs. A’s.

The morning was so fine that I passed an hour or two of it at work and thus shortened the term of time for my writing. I also went down earlier than usual to the house below in order to make up the record of the Temple and School fund.1 This with some seeking after letters consumed the hour I usually devote to German.

After dinner, Tacitus, a few more sections of the Life of Agricola, but I cannot now accomplish what I could. A little of Grimm. Evening after tea at my father’s, call in to see Mr. Beale and from thence to Mrs. T. B. Adams’ where our younger ladies were. Return at ten.

Mild day. At home. Visit from Dr. and Mrs. Frothingham. Evening ladies at home.

I spent about an hour in copying this morning, when Dr. Frothingham with his Wife and children drove up in fulfilment of their long promised visit. The day was very favorable and I carried the Dr. quite a walk to see some of our various quarries to which I had myself scarcely ever before been. In the mean time his conversation was pleasant as it generally is with me and instructive. He has a way of thinking quite his own which however seems to me as he grows older to mark itself very forcibly upon the mind and principally by it’s clear separation from the fancies of the activity of the age. They did not leave us until sunset.

The ladies from the house below took tea and spent the evening with us. So that on the whole I have made no great progress in reading this day.

Fine day. To town. Mechanic’s fair. Home. Evening, two visiters.

I went to town this morning, but the greater part of my time was taken up in accompanying the ladies who went in the carriage, to the 304Mechanic’s Fair. For my own part I saw little or nothing more than I did before. The crowd was greater and there was the same inability to fix the wandering attention upon any single object. Yet the general effect is undoubtedly indicative of the progress the country makes in industry, and the vigour with which the wits of the New England people push their enterprise. I did not get away until nearly one when I had to pay a visit to my house and do some commissions before I could return home so that it was later than usual.

Afternoon, finished the life of Agricola which after all is rather a tribute of affection than a remarkable history. In the evening, a visit from Mr. F. A. Whitney and Mr. Cranch detained us at home until too late to go to the other house.