We met this evening at Thompson's. Pickman came; but rather late in the evening. Young
Sawyer was there likewise: he spends the present quarter at home, by order of the
I have not a very high opinion of his abilities; still less of his improvements,
and least of all of his moral character. One thing however may be said in his favour.
He is handsome in his person. His father is a very respectable, worthy man, and the
family to which he belongs is very agreeable.2