I cannot bear the excitement of dissipation as I once could. This day was passed in paying the price of yesterday’s pleasure. John being himself unwell, we gave up the plan we had formed of going to Nahant, and I went to the Office where I passed a quiet day. This is the day usually devoted to Cambridge,1 but though I passed a pleasant time yesterday, my fondness for Cambridge was very transient, and I feel now very slightly disposed to a further intimacy with it. I did not dine, my system having been in a disordered state and injured very much yesterday. My spirits also having been much forced, the re-action was proportional. Returned to Quincy with John and passed the evening quietly. The President returned late.