I was detained all the morning in the Supreme Court Room because I wished to obtain admission as a Counsellor, not that I have any object in it. My practice is nothing, but I wish at least to retain my standing in society.1 A cause upon the nature of the liabilities of a master for his servants’ acts was interposed so that I was not released until one o’clock which is my regular time for walking.

Met E. Quincy. He informed me of the death of young Joy which I was very sorry to hear, although he was only an acquaintance.2 Afternoon, reading Cardinal de Retz whose book is in many respects charming. He was an accomplished rascal, and a dangerous one inasmuch as he had many merits which concealed and palliated his faults. He writes in a way to show his fairest side, yet a little reflection will show that his foundations are all rotten.

My Wife went to Medford in the Afternoon, and she and I went to 44a party at the house of Mr. and Mrs. F. C. Lowell.3 It was handsome. I enjoyed myself about as much as usual and returned home before midnight.