Day cold. Ride to Quincy. Return to dinner at home with company. Evening, Concert.

At the Office and from thence to Quincy. Transacted business at the Bank and then returned directly to town accompanied by Kirk who drove the horse back from the South Boston Turnpike, where I got out and walked home. The air was very keen. Mr. Buckingham published today the sixth number of my papers and I am greatly doubtful whether it would not be most expedient here to stop.

I had to dine with me six gentlemen—Mr. Brooks, Governor Everett, Dr. Palfrey, W. Lee, Mr. Lothrop and Col. Quincy. Tolerably pleasant. After it was over, I went to a Concert to hear De Begnis, an Italian Opera Buffa singer. He was assisted by Russel and a Mrs. Franklin.1 The singing was good.

Home where I found Edmund Quincy talking with my father upon Abolitionism. It was somewhat dull to me as I thought my father’s trouble was all thrown away. Quincy like all the other persons of that stamp in this State is somewhat impracticable. He has got hold of a good principle but does not know how to use it.