Fine Morning. The Summer is really commencing. Went to Meeting in the morning and
heard Mr. Stetson deliver a tolerably indifferent Sermon. Mr. Brooks’ brother arrived
from Portland and dined at the house. It is now the Season for company at Medford
and consequently for trouble as I know but few of the visitors who go there. In the
evening took a walk with Abby along the bank of the Canal. Miss Mary Hall at the house.