Morning very rainy, but did not deter my father from going to Boston, but we went in Mr. B.’s Carriage instead of the Chaise. I stopped at the Office and sat there all the morning. Finding there was no probability of fair weather, I purchased an Umbrella and sallied 156forth; notwithstanding the precaution, I was wet through. In the afternoon I went to see the Fosters, expecting to find my Father there, but he had gone to Quincy. At any rate a very troublesome visit was got over for the family are exceeding disagreeable. Evening quietly at home.

Fair weather. Went to the Office. Studied until I found myself in the midst of a violent head ache. In consequence of a Note1 from Mrs. Frothingham conveying a wish of Abby’s, I went to Medford with a violent pain in my head caught by exposure yesterday as I suppose. It became so much worse that I went to bed very shortly after tea.

Seldom has head ache afflicted me as that did last night. The back part of the head and neck were still painful this morning. Returned to Boston driving Abby in with me. Commencement day at Cambridge. Feeling still very unwell, I dispatched a Note to Abby1 declining a party at her Sister’s, Mrs. P. C. Brooks Jr., and proceeded to Quincy to mend myself. My father returned from his ride shortly after. Went to bed shortly.

I felt somewhat better this morning, but still unwell. My day was passed very quietly at home, reading a collection of military and Naval letters relating to the last War,1 and a new Novel called High Life.2 A Miss Sparhawk was here upon a visit to Elizabeth.

Feeling so much better today I refused taking Medicine and passed the day quietly in reading, with the exception of about an hour in which I was occupied in learning how to bud on trees. The process is simple and easy to practise. My father seemed anxious to have me know and Mr. Price Greenleaf1 who was here soon taught me.