To Boston. At home all day. Evening small party at Miss Jones’.

We were roused at six this morning and after partaking of a good breakfast the first thing of the kind I have seen since Friday afternoon we went to the Depot of the Worcester Railroad and entered a car to Boston. The trip was made briefly and before eleven o’clock I had the happiness and satisfaction of again embracing my Wife and children and sitting by my own fireside. God be praised for the same and the next time I start upon such a wildgoose chase may I be set down for an ass.

The peculiar circumstances attending the outset of the journey, the severity of the season and the inconveniences in travelling all contributed to make me more nervous and gloomy than I should have been. It is over now and I have learnt one lesson by it, not to go from home in the winter season without good reason moving me thereto. A Lecture to a parcel of boys is not such by any means.

I remained at home all the day dressing and refitting myself to my study, as I am determined now to make up for my lost time. In the evening went with my Wife to a small party at Miss Jones’. Her own family and a few of her friends. Pleasant enough but not material.