The surf was less this morning; and though it seemed to look like rain, it finally cleared a summerlike day. The sun was so warm I was glad to get on the shady side of the Street. Wrote several letters home, one of the Thomas Frothingham and one to Mr Dana. Then to walk along the esplanade to Hastings with my daughter. After luncheon a longer walk on the heights above where the view towards Beechey Head is charming. Got home late when I found Mr and Mrs Harrison Ritchie had come to spend a few days with us. Quiet evening.