A beautiful morning after the shower. My indiscretion in taking a little celery was punished by a head ache today. I felt really quite poorly. But nevertheless went out and occupied myself much as usual. Office, writing. William Spear came in and conversed about Quincy property. He had so much to ask of me that my father got in before he had done, and we were hurried to return to my house.

There were present at the christening only Mr. Brooks, my father and mother, Mr. Frothingham, Edward and Mrs. P. C. Brooks, Mrs. Everett, Mrs. John Adams and Elizabeth. Mr. Frothingham performed the service admirably. It was a little singular that a child of mine should be christened just one hundred years from the birth of his great grandfather.1 Three generations have advanced in a century. May the last who is carrying the name of the family into the next, be as honest, as determined and as conscientious as the first. I trust in a power above us which has for reasons unknown thought fit to make among us instruments for advancing the power, the honor and the prosperity of this Nation, and whose decrees are always just and always wise. My feelings always overpower me when I reflect how unworthy I am. Prosperity has been showered upon me. May I learn to deserve it!

The ceremony over, the family after slight refreshment dispersed, and by invitation of Mr. Brooks, I went with my father to dine at Medford. Nobody there but Mr. and Mrs. Everett and Edward Brooks. Dinner pleasant. I was not in trim much to enjoy it. We got home before six o’clock and my father and mother proceeded directly to Quincy. Quiet evening. We all retired early to make up for loss of sleep last evening. My boy John returned home today.