Arose early this morning and copied the letter to my Father which I wrote last night. Went to the Office but did little or nothing. Called at George’s and at Blake’s and was busy in settling my Accounts for the Quarter. At half past one o’clock I called at Mr. Brook’s room and joined him on his return to Medford. We had a pleasant ride and much Conversation upon indifferent subjects. There was a family dinner given to Sidney on his departure. Edward, Chardon and Sidney with their wives, Mr. and Mrs. Frothingham, Mr. Blake, Miss Dehon and myself were the guests. Abby had a violent head ach and was sick with a cold, which prevented my enjoying the dinner so much. I felt flushed and feverish. After dinner, passed a short time with Abby and had a good deal of agreeable conversation with Mr. Brooks after the rest had all gone to Boston.