The whole day passed at Quincy in reading. Mr. Edward Miller, Mr. Marston and Mr. Beale1 dined with us. They are Quincy gentlemen, and have pleased me more in this my last visit than I had thought. My father was called upon in the evening by Mr. Webster and his New Hampshire brother2 but he had gone with Mr. Quincy and 151Col. Perkins3 to see the Railway. George came out with Col. Winthrop in the evening and we had a lively conversation upon the subject of Genl. Jackson’s late letter.4

The day very rainy and unpleasant, which confined me entirely to the house. Time occupied today very much as it had been heretofore since my stay in Quincy. My father disclosed to me his plan about building and we talked a little about it but very generally.

I rode through Boston to Medford this morning. Found Abby quite happy to see me again and provoked a little at my staying quite so long away. The morning passed in conversation and after dinner I drove her in my gig to Winter Hill1 where Mrs. Everett lives. Found her looking badly, and apparently in depressed spirits. The reason is beyond me, but I have my suspicions.2 We returned to Medford in time to meet Mrs. Bainbridge at tea, and a Mr. Breed of Charlestown3 who was remarkable for a most atrocious deformity in his jaw which projected to such a degree that the upper front teeth were always out of the mouth. Mr. Cambreleng was there also, a quondam rival of mine. I remained at Medford.

I started from Medford early and leaving Boston directly arrived at Quincy at about eleven o’clock. My day was afterwards passed quietly enough and in the evening there was a small collection of the Quincy ladies to whom I attempted to be agreeable.