Clear and much colder than it has been. I went out of town to Quincy. Very dreary it looked there and I had symptoms of an approaching head ach. Found the workmen busy upon the roof of the house over the Pump and Kirk and his wife occupied in finishing off and cleaning up. I remained only a short time and what was a little more remarkable found nothing to do. My return was a very cold one, the wind being high and directly in front.

Home where I read Herodotus. The afternoon is short and I do not spend it very usefully inasmuch as this secret correspondence amuses me too much. Evening, Mrs. Gorham and Mr. Robbins came in for a short time.1 My head ach increased so, I had to go to bed.