Mild day. Distribution as usual. Evening at Mrs. Frothingham’s. The regular course of things. I tried to do a little at my accounts but 373was prevented. But I did Something towards bringing up my Diary. Then home. Finished Oedipus Coloneus which I find Potter agrees in opinion with Schaeffer about. It certainly is a beautiful play and I am very glad that I have been over it again pretty thoroughly. Afternoon, Sharon Turner’s Account of the rise of the reformation, and resuming the old MS work which I find rather fatiguing. Evening, a small party at Mrs. Frothingham’s. About forty or fifty, some singing by Mrs. Habicht. Nothing new.