The snow has disappeared so generally that after a brief time deverted to visiters on the usual errand, I went out, first, to secure my rooms for the steamer which I finally succeeded in doing, and secondly to get to Quincy, where I had much business to transact. The old place begins to look a little better, and it gave me a pang to leave it perhaps forever. I am comforted in the reflection that my son John is about to go into it. Returned at half past one. Afternoon spent in adding gas fixtures for Quincy. Evening at home.