I left Medford this morning for the purpose of taking up my residence generally at Quincy until the time should come for me to go with my Mother if she wishes. It is the first time since my marriage I have been separated for any time from my family and it appears odd and uncomfortable. At Office in town. Received a letter from my father at New York giving us an Account of his favourable passage across the sound.1 No advices from Washington. I feel relieved for each day is a little gain.

I was again busy at the office in making all my clearances which are numerous enough. Small commissions. On the whole I made very good progress. To Quincy to dine.

Afterwards, Conversation with my Mother. So differently do we take things that what I considered as so discouraging seemed to inspire my Mother with hope. I was glad of it and think it probable she is right.

Read Flaming and some more of Ovid’s Metamorphoses. Elizabeth C. Adams has now left us and we are reduced to a very small number. This may serve to keep the House more quiet.