Morning dark and cloudy, so much so that I doubted the expediency of starting for Quincy, but considering on the whole that it was of some consequence I concluded to go, while my Wife went with her brother, P. C. Brooks Jr. to see Horatio at Fresh Pond.

I arrived at the House just as the bell was ringing for morning service, and I found my Mother rather better than I anticipated in health though evidently a little touched. I tried to discuss the matter of her determination with as much management as I could, and I went over all the ground that I could think of to do it, but my discourse did not produce a decided effect. Perhaps it may hereafter. I also talked with my father about his determination to go to Congress, and generally upon matters of a political character. This state of things is curious, but I sincerely hope that it will not last. I discussed matters as long as I was able and left them at five to return home.

Found my Wife had reached home before me, we spent the evening quietly, having a visit from Mr. Edmund Quincy to enliven the evening.