Fine morning. Instead of going to town I went with my Wife and Walter to Mount Auburn in Cambridge to show it to the latter. We rambled round while Mrs A. went to see her Aunt Mrs. Parks who is quite sick. I saw only one or two Monuments that were new to me and none that struck me. The day was one of our hazy Autumn ones, not favourable to a view but very much so to the senses of feeling. The spot is a delightful one and shows only how much might have been made of it as a residence for the living instead of a repose for the dead. I am pleased with it’s quiet and when it becomes thickly strewed it will be interesting by association, although it will hardly possess many known to fame.
Returned to Medford. Dinner. Afterwards, Walk to Mrs Angier’s with Walter to pay her a visit. She was not at home at first but came in afterwards. Saw Mr. Angier and two brothers, Chas. and Joseph. Home. Evening. Whist. I felt very much fatigued from my rather unusual quantity of exercise.