Wrote a letter to my Mother1
which detained me at my room sometime longer than usual. Then to the Office but did not find time to do any thing. At one o’clock I left town for Winter Hill having engaged to dine there. Found Col. Miller, the Greek hero, there and did not admire him.2
Abby was there, and a certain Mr. Bourne dined there. I knew him by sight formerly. We spent the afternoon there
and returned to Medford in the evening. Mr. Everett seemed occupied in other things.