Read the Grecian philosophy as usual this morning, after which I went to the Office. The rain was pouring in torrents all day and rapidly carrying off the snow. Read Blackstone. Notwithstanding the rain I went to Medford in as much as they wanted letters and I was the only one able to convey them. The news from Baltimore is most discouraging. Mrs. Everett’s second child is quite unwell also.1 Miss Bartlett is staying with them. Abby was a little dull. This is the first time in her life that she has had any care, and it is not surprising. But I see many things in her which make me love her the more.