The weather was so very stormy this morning as to prevent my being able to return to Boston. It was passed mostly with Abby. But my spirits were in the most dreadfully distressed condition. My thoughts turning upon the old subject. Indeed I do not know that for a day, they ever were before so completely gloomy. I read part of Mr. Burke’s Speech on Indian affairs, and at four determined to return to town. Had a rainy ride but a quiet evening and occupation began to make me feel that the current had changed.