Morning at the Office, weather cloudy and chilly. No letters from home. I wrote a short one to my Father strongly urging him to come on.1 I think it is very necessary and essential. Read a little of the Jurist, a law publication which has lately come out and which I mentioned some days ago. Went to Medford with Mr. Brooks. It rained heavily all afternoon. I unwarily became engaged in a conversation with Abby and suffered my temper to go farther than usual which pained me exceedingly. But repentance is a very poor business unless it lead to amendment. Evening passed very pleasantly.