I find I have got into a regular practice of beginning my daily Journal with an Account of the Weather. Perhaps this is not without it’s use, though in the long run, it may have a tone of Monotony.1 The weather was fine and clear with sharp cold.

I went to the Office as usual and spent my time in my usual occupations, making some little progress in German. My father’s Trunk came in the course of the morning which warned me that he was coming in to take his departure. Received Letters from my Mother this morning, notifying us of her reaching Sturbridge before the Storm. This is not quite so far as I had expected but still it is a good way on.

Returned home, and after having seated myself quietly to proceed with my studies my Father arrived, cold and comfortless from Dedham.2 The rest of the afternoon passed in arranging papers for my father, receiving directions from him upon the various little things he commissioned me with, and copying a series of the Papers which it was necessary to insert relating to the execution of my Grandfather’s will. This is I hope the final charge likely to come upon my father’s property.

Evening, Conversation with my father. I engaged him very pleasantly and could not help wishing that he could stay to give me the benefit of his conversation a little longer. But the Stages were so arranged, he was to start tomorrow morning. Col. J. B. Davis hearing that my father was here, called and spent an hour or two.