Morning very thick with mist from the Eastward, and so damp that I felt pleased with my Coat, in riding into town. At the Office and from thence to my House where I passed a larger portion of time than usual. General Wool paid me a visit in return for mine, which detained me.1 Then to the Office. Received a Note from my Father requesting our Company to the Christening of Mary’s child, tomorrow.2 A little too late for us easily to go. Read a little of Hutchinson and found it time to return to Medford. The day had cleared up and become fine.

Mr. Stetson was the only person to partake of the usual Salt fish dinner. He is a tolerably pleasant man though there is something I do not quite like about him. We sat until quite late. A practice I do not admire though no way occurs to me of easily killing the time remaining for my stay in the Country.

Sat with my Wife. Found her discouraged about her health and feeling poorly. I pity and sympathize with her. Married life has brought to her as many thorns as it has pleasures. This is the only cause of trouble in my mind. Evening quietly at home. Finished Rollin’s book the latter part of which has been rather irksome.