Morning clear with a very cold Wind for the Season from the North West. After reading a due portion of Demosthenes, I was busy in performing Commissions for a couple of hours, and thus my time went until I had little left even to begin my next number of Cimon. This was bad as the subject is difficult enough to require all my time. Little material took place and as my Wife had agreed to go to Medford this morning, I took a seat with Mr. Brooks. He talked a good deal about the railroad which is to go through his grounds.1

The table was large, Mr. and Mrs. Everett, Miss Phillips, Horatio, Mrs. Frothingham, Abby and myself. Little or nothing material took place. Mr. Everett, Mr. Brooks and I walked to the track of the Rail Road that is to be as he wished to see its probable course. On our return we found Mrs. Gray and her daughter. I was prodigiously sleepy after my walk and was therefore glad when the time came to return home. We reached Boston in time for Tea, and I read Grimm 42during a part of the Evening though excessively drowsy. Two Numbers of the Spectator.