Clear day. Division as usual. Evening at Mrs. Frothingham’s.

Louisa had a good night and although severely bruised appears not to be materially injured. There was a weight upon my spirit all day as if I hardly knew how to be sufficiently grateful for the mercy that had

been shown me. My daughter is thoughtless and selfwilled both of which qualities require from her parents a degree of supervision which she may fail of receiving. I must put my trust as I ever do in a superior power, fearing that I may not deserve to be always meeting with mercy rather than with judgment.

Office where I was rather indolent. Attended to accounts and read a little of the North American Review. Afternoon occupied in reading over my Article for Dr. Palfrey the last time. It dissatisfied me utterly. I think it poor and yet I have laboured upon it with pertinacity. Review writing is not my forte. It requires more time and labour than it is worth. I shall send it because I do not think it of any consequence whether it is published or not but I expect no gain to my reputation from it.1

Evening to Mrs. Frothingham’s. A meeting of the members of the family including Sidney and his Wife who are here. Much as usual.