Morning at Medford with the weather mild and pleasant. As soon after breakfast as possible we started to return to Boston and I was very busy after that in making my preparations to go to Quincy. This is an experiment, how to turn out remains yet to be seen. At the Office where I had little time to do any thing as I felt obliged to go out of town early. Received the Dividend of the New England Insurance Company for my father. This makes fifteen per cent they have paid within a year, and is very beneficial to my accounts. A man by name J. Q. Adams called to see me, said he was a Printer and came to beg the favour of being employed by my father in his contemplated life of my Grandfather. I told him that it not being written yet, there was quite plenty of time to think of printing it.

At a little before one I went for my Wife and we rode to Quincy to reach their dinner hour. Found my Mother better but still quite sick. My father full of care and much depressed. The family altogether in such a condition that I felt more like an outcast than at home. I do not think I shall manage a very long period.1 My mother is sick, Mary discontented and my father depressed, and my wife ennuyè while I waste all my time. After copying a letter for my father,2 I walked to the Judge’s where I passed an hour. There was, as there always is, Company there.