Morning at home. As it is the ettiquette for a lady not to go to public places after she is published to be married, Abby did not attend at Meeting and we spent the day together. I was occupied in writing her Invitation Cards for the reception of her company. On the whole, I have seldom enjoyed myself more. She was extremely affectionate and her playful yet perfectly simple manner was fascinating as it was sincere. The day has little else to render it remarkable. In the afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Everett were here and Edward B. Hall, the Clergyman of Northampton who is a Nephew of Mr. Brooks.1
The former persons have just returned from this place, where they have been for some purposes, no body knows what. Mr. Frothingham truly said yesterday, that he (Mr. E.) never did any thing without a purpose. Evening, Conversation with Abby—Character, warmth of it. We mutually complain of the want of it in each other, which is one of those cases where not much comes of [it?]
. Pleasant enough.