On our return home we found Miss Pierce had arrived from Boston. Miss Brace received good news from her friends. I am very glad for she is quite homesick, and I hope the letter will serve to dispel it a little. I went to the Post Office with Miss Averill but we did not go in, for it was very much crowded with gentlemen. I do not think it is quite proper for us to go to the postoffice so often but still continue going! May 30^{th}, arose at a quarter past six and exercised before breakfast which will entitle me to an extra. Miss Pierce entertained us at breakfast with an account of Cambridge college also a singular gothic chair which was presented by some one in England to the college. I _know_ I shall be happy this summer I like Miss Pierce very much and I am sure she will do everything in her power to render me so. Spent the afternoon in Martha Denison’s room with Miss Perkins. Martha read aloud in “The Son of a Genius” by Mrs. Holland a very interesting book which is written in a pure and concise style.... We do not recite rhetoric for it is the day set apart for parsing. Miss B. has left our house for that of Dr. Sheldon, probably because her friend Miss A boards there and she always appeared dissatisfied but that probably proceeded from her never having been from home much. It certainly could not be that she did not receive sufficient attention for Miss Mary was very kind and did everything in her power to amuse her— ...On my return from the post office, took a long walk with Miss Austin. I think I like her better than any young lady that boards at Miss Pierce’s. She is possessed of a superior mind and I think has paid some considerable attention to the cultivation of it.... We met no other person that we knew except D. B. who is the most unpleasant creature I ever knew.... Do not expect any letters to-night for the mail does not come from _dear_ New York on Fridays. 25^{th} Miss Pierce wishes us to speak dialogues or short pieces but I do not wish to and hope she will not insist upon it.... We have just received the heart rending account of the loss of the packet-ship Albion Capt. Williams, of New York, bound for Liverpool. Among those that perished was Mr. Fisher professor of Mathematics in Yale College. Mr. F. was engaged to Miss Catherine Beecher, and his untimely end is severely felt and greatly deplored. After having undergone all terrors, and supposing themselves out of danger, and even in sight of land, it was indeed awful, not only to have all _hope_ dashed to pieces at a blow, but the “boon of life” taken suddenly away. _June 2^{nd} 6. P. M._