Fine day. I went to town and should have enjoyed my ride exceedingly if I had not felt a pain in my head, arising from indigestion and imprudence yesterday. This ought to operate upon me more in the way of warning than it does. My general health and my Constitution are on the whole so good that I ought to be ashamed to trifle with them merely in gratification of a momentary appetite. But so it is with man. In early life he wastes himself because he knows no better. In more advanced years, because he cannot resist temptation. Whether this is or is not so, I had a bad head ache and suffered accordingly.

My time in town was taken up in commissions and in attending a sale of Coal where I finally effected a purchase of my winter’s Stock. Then returned directly to Quincy. Dr. Waterhouse and Mr. Ware came today. I regretted my indisposition the more as it entirely disabled me from enjoying their conversation. But as evening came on I recovered and passed a considerable part of it in reading Dr. Granville to the ladies.