Morning, rode to town, although the weather looked exceedingly threatening and unpleasant. At the Office, reading as usual, but determined upon going to Medford notwithstanding the rain. I rode out at dinner time and it seemed to me as if all the floods had collected to pour down upon this special occasion. I was well protected from it and so it mattered little. Found the family as usual. In the afternoon, as the weather looked rather more favourably, I went with Abby over to Winter Hill to see Mrs. Everett, and finding her well, we stopped and took tea. Mr. Felton, a young man who graduated after me at Cambridge, came in.1 He is now engaged in keeping a school at Geneseo in New York. It was rather a remarkable day for a visit of this kind but I 277have seldom been at Mr. E.’s, when the family were entirely alone. Mr. E. was very pleasant and we did not return home to Medford until quite late.