The Weather would not clear away although it made repeated efforts so to do. The consequence was a mist and drizzle altogether comfortless. My Wife was so unwell that I concluded to send for Dr. Stevenson. Nothing alarming however. After reading Demosthenes as usual I went to the Office, and with the usual avocations was entirely occupied in finishing my Article upon the troubles of the Cabinet. I think I write well, but my constant tendency is to be dissatisfied. This business appears to be an opening but on the whole it may be deceptive. In these days of diffused instruction, it is difficult to obtain reputation on mere writing.

After dinner, as the weather was too bad to allow Abby to go with me, I rode out alone to Quincy. Found my Father only, the rest of the family not having yet reached the place. They came however late in the Afternoon.1 My Mother looks better than he does. I hope she will remain so. I had a great deal of conversation with them and regretted the necessity which made me return to town, but I was obliged to go.

The ride was dark and I did not get home until nearly Nine. Found Mr. and Mrs. Frothingham at my House, and my Wife already better. So tired that I could do little or nothing.