Morning reading and occupied until eleven o’clock when it was time for me to go to Medford. The day seemed fair, but a cold wind made my ride less pleasant than I had anticipated. At home all day with Abby and in the evening. We are very much in love. And the idea of living so long engaged becomes quite fatiguing. But I suppose it must be. And after all it may be the remaining happiness in my lot. The dark clouds often pass over my brow when she notices them, but I can not explain them to any one. If my prayers will avail ought, (and why should I not believe that they will?) she at least will be free from my causes of unhappiness.