I went down to our Office,1
to see if there was a Gravesande, there, but none was to be found;—while we were
at dinner my Cousin came in from Boston, where he went last night from Cambridge.
In the afternoon Charles, and I went out fowling, but came home, as deeply laden as
we went. We went in the Evening, and Cranch play'd to an Echo; it has a very agreeable