I drove Abby to Nahant with me, while Mr. Brooks and Mrs. Davis came on in a Carriage. Found a good deal of Company collected there. Among the rest Mrs. Dexter, the wife of Mr. Sam. Dexter of ancient memory.1 She seems a remarkable woman. Also the Miss Crowninshields and Mr. and Mrs. Silsbee and daughter2 with many others too numerous to mention. The day passed pleasantly. Abby pleased me and displeased me. The fault lies so little with her, I cannot blame her; it is in the school she has been educated in, which is not a standard of refinement. Notwithstanding, I was gratified by her general conduct and in one particular instance also. But the day gave me room for much reflection. We did not reach Medford until quite late.