Thursday, 2 July, 1828

The morning is clear, warm, and pleasant and I feel as though a little exercise would do me good. While indulging in these reflections and, of course, wishing someone would call on me so that I could combine pleasure and profit, a man called at the door and inquired for the Doctor. I was at his service in an instant, and we were soon on the road for his house, a distance of ten miles from this place. Nothing could have been more agreeable to me than this call.