I remained until quite late at Quincy this morning without doing much, owing to my time being wasted in waiting for my father who rode to town in my gig with me. The weather continued quite warm and our ride being thrown into the heat of the day made it fatiguing. Called at the Office. Fisher and Richardson came in and paid me visits which took the whole of the time allowable to my stay in Boston. Called at Dr. Welsh’s for my father, and carried him with me to Medford. We found assembled the family, consisting of Edward B. 275and his wife, Sidney with his, Chardon, Mr. and Mrs. Everett, Mr. Frothingham and the regular family. Mrs. F. was not able to be there owing to the production of another male animal in human shape, in other words, an infant fifth child.1 We had a pleasant day, Mrs. Everett sat next to me and was agreeable as usual. It is rather singular that those do not unite all the domestic qualities who possess the social ones in their greatest extent. The one however is acquired by habit, the other is a jewel above price. I passed the evening conversing with Abby, though in very low spirits.