Morning to the Office. Finding myself in want of occupation I commenced Marshall’s Book on Insurance in order to make myself more familiarly acquainted with that subject.1 I read a little but was interrupted by visitors. D. Orcutt, one of my father’s tenants came to tell me he could pay me no rent and he quits the house in consequence.2 He is an everlasting talker and detained me discussing all his prospects until I became so tired as to manoeuvre him away. He offers security however so that the rent is not absolutely lost. My father also came in and sat some time talking of his necessities, which at this time are many. I therefore walked down to the New England Soap Stone Factory in order to send for one thing most needed, a close fireplace for his large room. The remainder of the things required I must defer attending to until next week.

My father dined with us and as I had in the morning attended to the receiving some wine which he has been so kind as to give me, which had just arrived from Washington, I thought I would open a bottle for him—but it disappointed us, for it felt the effects of transportation very much.3 Our dinner was however an exceedingly pleasant one, as my father was in a mood for Conversation and we talked of Shakespear with great vivacity. He disclosed then his singular views of the plays of Othello, and Macbeth, which rather amuse than convince me though they are undoubtedly worthy of consideration. We sat some 21time and afterwards I had only time to write a little during the absence of both my father and my wife upon separate errands. He returned only for a moment previous to departing for Quincy and it was not long afterwards that we found Mr. Brooks had sent his little Carriage for us, to go to Medford. I had expected this would be the case though I confess I did not wish it. My own happiness hitherto has been unalloyed, but there is danger that the feelings which Medford engenders divide and separate us and bring on difficulty. I had hoped that we should have gone tomorrow in order to return on the day succeeding without difficulty but now I feared that the result would not be so promising. This brought an unwelcome cloud upon my spirits, which every thing that followed in the course of the evening was calculated to increase. For it made me uncomfortable in spite of myself to think that Abby should prefer her home to me—and I am peculiarly sensitive to the very looks of Mr. and Mrs. Brooks because I feel that they are a little displeased with me for doing what I could not in justice to myself avoid. Sidney Brooks and his Wife, and Mrs. Frothingham were there making a pretty large party, and for the whole of the evening I felt as restless, and uncomfortable as I did at any time during my engagement.