Morning at the Office. Occupied in writing as usual and preparing my room for establishing myself. It looks very handsome but has cost me more than I had intended that it should. The weather was very warm indeed. I went to Medford with Mr. Brooks. Found P. Chardon Brooks and his wife there. I have not seen her before for a long time. She looks ill. The family are very much alarmed at the condition of Mrs. Brooks the elder, and justly so. Her health is now very alarmingly affected as I have too much feared it would be. Abby’s spirits are correspondingly affected, much to my regret. I hope much still. For the idea of the loss of her is too painful. She has always had to me the kindness of a Mother. I have never experienced any other feeling. Abby had a head ach and was unwell.