My father is this day seventy years old. I did not go to Cambridge today, although there was another examination of the Juniors in the Iliad, partly because there was labour for three days and I thought it fair the other members should take a part, and also because my mother wished me at home.
Looked over a little of Euripides in anticipation of tomorrow. Mr. and Mrs. Frothingham came out at noon and I accompanied him up the hill to my house, the doings at which I superintend as usual, though without much use at present. The greatest portion of the work being now finished. The dinner which was somewhat in honor of the day was a very pleasant one and my father talked much. I did little or nothing during the rest of it, and retired quite early.