Arose early and supplied the deficiency which the long continued absence of the last week had occasioned in my Journal. It is the first time it has been so long behind the proper time since I commenced this book. Rode to Boston and passed the morning in reading Kent at the Office. After a heavy shower, I went to Medford to dine, found Abby as usual. Interrupted by a visit from a certain Miss Hastings in whom I remembered an acquaintance made during a visit of my Uncle T. Johnson’s to this part of the Country five years since. I probably have the account of it in some of my books. Evening quiet with Abby.