I went to town again this morning and was occupied in the closing directions for the house, which has at last resumed it’s natural appearance. I was obliged to attend to a thousand little things which go into the sum total of starting a household, as my Wife is not able to attend to any thing, and Mrs. Frothingham upon whom I much depended has been called away to New York. She returned yesterday, 164and I saw her this morning. She looks very much fatigued. My time passed without my nothing it until my usual hour for return.

Poor Henry Brooks was brought here and thus closes the scene with him. It appears that he has been diseased in his liver for upwards of a year, and that no human aid could have effected his restoration. It is a very extraordinary case. His complexion was exceedingly sallow, but I never should have dreamed of his being unsound. This circumstance is a relief against all doubts of his medical treatment.

My Afternoon was a clearing up one. I finished off all the work that remained, and restored things as much as I was able to their places. The family went to town to see Miss Kemble as Julia in the Hunchback1 so that we had a very quiet evening of it. Nothing material.