A warm day, but the air has been much more pure, than for several days past. Yesterday
Mr. Dana set off for Newport where he proposes tarrying till after Commencement. Drank
tea with Bradbury, and my Chum, at Mr. Williams's. After tea, we walk'd with the young
ladies. Jenny has been handsome, but at the age of nineteen she has lost all her beauty,
and must henceforth charm only by the sweetness of her disposition: after returning
from our walk, we past a couple of hours there, chatting, and singing songs, after
which we retired.