Mild, spring day. To Boston. Division as usual. Evening at home. Mr. Brooks.

I arose early and after a rapid breakfast, made the best of my way to town again in the Railroad train which left at half past eight o’clock. The weather was summerlike and the frost appears to be coming out of the ground in all directions. As I was returning, the facility with which we were borne this distance set me thinking upon the effect which all these various roads converging on Boston must have upon the increase of the place. So that notwithstanding the disadvantages attending the present unsettled condition of the currency and the credit system I incline to think this city will get along. This is encouraging to those who like myself are property holders in these parts. Home by ten and then went on with my usual avocations.

Office where a serious application for my house comforted my doubts much. This winter has been about as discouraging one as I know. I have lost half a years rent and all Dividends upon Factory property besides diminished income upon Insurance Stock. This with 377the increase of cost from the thoughtless expense of last year has made me for the first time in my married life run behind hand in a quarter.

Home to read Antigone. After dinner Sharon Turner. And copying MS. Evening Mr. Brooks at our house.