The storm continued all day changing its complexion from rain to Snow. At the Office in the morning, but remained at home in the 183afternoon prosecuting my studies diligently. Indeed one seldom fails of being able to derive some good out of every ill, and as the bad weather both yesterday and today have deprived me of the company of Abby, I have still not been uselessly employed. According to the advice of my Father, I have commenced reading the Lettres Provinciales of Pascal.

Morning cold but clear. Not much of any thing done in the course of the day. Read a little law and went to Medford with Mr. Brooks where I spent the remainder of the day as happily as usual. In the storms of political life, in the depression which seems now to be gathering round our family, I still find something to thank Heaven for. I have some objects which politics cannot shake my feelings about, and by a peculiar Providence one of these objects has removed me for this Winter from a scene likely to show nothing but violence, mortification and despair. It is my wish to act now upon the feelings of my Mother in order to make her look to this portion of the Country as her final home.

Returned to Boston with Mr. Brooks. A very pleasant ride. Passed the morning without doing much. The Office being a very bad place to study at present. Mr. Webster will soon go. Afternoon, little done. In the evening I was busy at home, where I find now I can do much more effectively. No news.

Received a letter from my Father in reply to mine of the 6th as satisfactory as possible upon the subject of expenses.1 Morning passed without much utility. I went to Medford to dine, in company with Mr. Brooks. We found Edward and P. Chardon with their wives and had on the whole a very pleasant dinner. The afternoon and evening were passed in conversation with Abby.