Beautiful spring Morning. I went to Meeting this morning and heard Mr. Stetson preach a long and rather a dull Sermon. On the whole it did me no good and in the Afternoon I felt oppressed with head ache and staid at home. Mrs. Everett and Miss Phillips dined here, and P. Chardon Brooks came out with a certain Col. De Kay formerly of New York now in the service of Buenos Ayres. He seemed to me to be a foolish, conceited puppy of the Porter1 kind, full of bravado and vulgarity. Evening with Abby. I had a terrible nervous head ach which made me a very unpleasant companion.