Morning reading President’s Messages until breakfast. From that time until Dinner
it was all idling. I took an early dinner at Dr. Welsh’s with George in order to go
out to the funeral of Mr. Boylston. We went in a Carriage with Drs. Shattuck1
and Welsh, but did not arrive there until the last Ceremony was commencing. Mr. B.
had no relations beyond his immediate descendants, and we therefore ranked in the
second row of mourners. Mr. and Mrs. T. B. Adams were there and in the same Carriage
with us as we accompanied him to the grave. The funeral had but little solemnity in
it. I regretted his loss as he was a kind and hospitable man and his house is one
of the few places which I can remember with complete satisfaction as never having
done otherwise than enjoy myself in it. His character was a mixed one and I did not
know enough of it’s real qualities, good or bad, to form any opinion, nor did I have
the heart to desire. With his death, his family will sink however. His wife seemed
but little affected and the burden of his latter days must have been such as to make
his death rather a relief. Returned early, drank tea at Dr. Welsh’s and passed the
evening at my own room reading and copying Record.