I attended Meeting, as it is called, both morning and afternoon. Mr. Burnap, a gentleman
well remembered as in the class preceding ours at Cambridge, favoured us and made
me sleepy. In the evening there was a round of Medford people to see my father, notwithstanding
the violent rain, to all of whom I was introduced, and among others to two Miss Grays
and one Miss Hall, cousins of Abby.1
The process was very fatiguing.