Morning to town, weather exceedingly warm. I went into the Common Pleas for a few moments to look after my case which appears pretty safe. Then to Dr. Welsh’s as I had directed a man to come for Newspapers, in order to have them bound, which will make some number of Volumes. Having got rid of them, I went to Miss Oliver’s,
a tenant of mine to discuss the matter of repairs and a new Lease all which was done. They take a Lease for two years and I agree to paper and paint their rooms, with some other necessary repairs. On the whole, as Rents are falling, I think my bargain a good one. Returned to the Office, wrote a short Note to Abby in reply to one of her’s.1
She wants me to go to Medford tomorrow instead of today as she has her Medford friends, as I suppose a kind of valedictory. I must go, but on the whole I am very glad to get rid of this business so cheap. I have been here now nearly two years and have been exposed as a show at Medford very little. Afternoon, quiet at my room, for once read a little of the Spectator, and some Musical anecdotes, and resumed my Index not touched before since my father arrived. Evening to Quincy. A little fretful and something low spirited. Conversation with my father—Dr. Watkins’ case.