Heavy rain from the South in the morning which ceased and by degrees it cleared away. I attended divine service in the morning and heard Mr. Frothingham from Revelation 2. 17. “To him that overcometh will I give a white stone and in the stone a new name written, which no man knoweth saving he that receiveth it.” A sermon that did not strike me as new although I could recall little of it, nor withstanding its delicate application did I fix my attention today.

Immediately after service I started alone to go to Quincy according to promise and with the view of keeping up the courage of my Mother against the present rather unfavorable appearances. I got there to dinner and passed the afternoon with her. The clouds grew thin but they did not decidedly break until evening. They were all ready to start and I confess I now began to feel anxious that they should be gone. Home at five. Found at the house some children of Mr. Frothingham’s. Continued my work on arrears.