Although finally arrived to settle down for the Winter in uninterrupted quiet I hope, yet my first sensations are very far from those of being at home. I found myself in a house not my own, in a quarter of the town in which I had never lived before and without any arrangements yet made for my convenience. I cannot say that I relished entirely the change from my own house, in which I certainly have been managing to collect more comforts than I was myself aware of. But for this winter the die is cast (at least). I must endeavor to console myself by the reflections that I am relieved from family anxiety to a considerable degree, that I am of use to Mr. Brooks who feels his lonely situation very much, and that I am in a considerable degree benefitted in my pecuniary affairs. These are of course interesting to me more and more as I become sensible of my father’s total indifference to them. My children must not feel that through their Mother they derive all their claims to fortune. But I will not pursue this farther at present.

I attended divine service all day. Heard Mr. Frothingham in the morning and Mr. W. Ware1 in the Afternoon but I have had such an impulse given to all my thoughts by this Journey that I cannot directly settle down in my regular track. So I lost the Texts and was not able to fix my attention well upon the Subjects of the Sermons.

Not being provided with books or any thing I was not able to do any of my regular duties and so I dawdled away my time. I conversed with Abby who was anxious to know particulars respecting my Journey. In the evening Mr. Bradlee came in, a gentleman of good character in life but one whose external manners and even modes of thought, recommend him but little to my feelings.