Morning passed at home, rain again and bad weather. Occupied myself in reading Voltaire’s Louis 14th. George called in for a few moments only. Afternoon, Genl. Boyd called and spent a few minutes, with a glass of Curacoa for me. Began to feel dull at being alone and decided upon risking myself out so I went to Mrs. Frothingham’s and spent the evening pleasantly in conversation. Returned in a heavy rain but well defended.