This was one of my dies non. 1 I woke with a slight feeling of tightness rather than pain which developed itself through all the stages of head ach until it became one of my worst kinds. I managed to employ the morning, particularly as I had Deacon Spear, and Mr. Stearns the tenant making a call about the House which he takes at the raised rent. I then walked until dinner time to try to cure myself but without success. The air was pleasanter than any time hitherto this season. I have no afternoon nor evening to account for excepting in suffering.