Morning to town, threatening a warm day but without being so. My time was taken up in looking over the papers of my brother and in destroying all those which are of little or no use. He managed to collect and preserve every thing relating to himself from his earliest years and the mass now shows his industry ill regulated as it was. He was a very extraordinary young man, had he possessed but a single quality which I can without much vanity lay claim to, he would have been excelled in life by few. My particular forte in me is of but little use, for I have not his accomplishments to push forward with it.
Having been invited to day to dine with Mr. Everett I went out and found there Mr. Brooks and Abby, Col. Barnard of Rochester1
and Mr. Sparks. The dinner was tolerably pleasant, and Mr. Everett quite easy and agreeable. I should like very well to become a little more acquainted with him. After remaining there until after seven, I drove with Abby to Medford. The Evening passed as usual. Little or nothing remarkable.