My father and mother went to New York by the 7.30 train this morning. It was raining quite hard and I took them down and did some shopping, among other things bought the Indian Hemp recommended by Mr. Sawyer, for Bayard Taylor, which as soon as I got home I boxed up neatly with a package of Calabar grains and shall send them by express to him and a letter to Mrs. Taylor. It has rained very violently with a gale from the East all day until about 4 o'clock when it cleared off so that my father & mother will have a good evening to go to see Hamlet. I painted Jamies wagon and came to my room to write some letters but the wind blew so violently that the rain poured in at my windows so that I was forced to close the blinds as we were also in the parlor and sitting room. I wrote to Hubbard, to Joe Warren, to Dr. Holland, to John Durand & Mr. Cranch. This evening I have been committing to memory Bryants "Future Life" beginning
How shall I know thee in the sphere which keeps
The disembodied spirits of the dead
When all of thee that time can wither sleeps
And perishes among the dust we tread
It has cleared off mild and warm and there were some beautiful effects along Hussey Hill and beyond as the storm cleared. There seemed a great river in the valley at the foot of Hussey Hill. I felt very sad as I sat alone in the parlor after all had retired.