The weather still continues the same and could almost impress us with the belief that the sun never will be seen again. Morning at the 239Office. Wrote a letter to my father, not long as I have gathered but little subject during the week. Blackstone. Conversation with George concerning a certain letter from John.1 In the afternoon took a walk and passed the remainder at Mrs. Frothingham’s with Abby.

Weather much the same. Morning at the Office. Blackstone. Nothing new. Afternoon at Mrs. Frothingham’s to see Abby. Conversation, then went with her to Mrs. Gorham’s where I left her to go to George’s Office. Had much serious conversation with him upon certain subjects. Returned in a heavy rain to Dr. Gorham’s and went to Mrs. F.’s with Abby in a Carriage. Found Mr. Frothingham had returned from New York. George came in to see Abby and we sat until ten o’clock when we returned home in rain.

Rain still continued with the simple variation of being harder than ever. Morning at the Office reading Blackstone. Afternoon, went to Mrs. Frothingham’s at the hazard of being drenched and saw Abby. She is tired of remaining in town during this dull weather. As I thought it would be disarranging the comforts of Mr. and Mrs. F., I left her before tea not to return for the day. Stopped at George’s Office for a few moments and then went to my room, but it seemed cold and cheerless, so that I did not sit up longer than to look over a Review of the Life of Napoleon and a little of Voltaire’s Louis 14th.

Morning very fine, after the succession of bad weather, it comes most refreshingly. Went to the Office and read Blackstone. A melancholy way of passing a fine morning in the dark walls of an Office. Went to Mrs. Frothingham’s to see Abby who returned to Medford this morning. In the afternoon I resumed my Executive Record, which had been discontinued since my sickness and finished the papers of Novanglus and Massachusettensis. Then took a walk and found it exceedingly warm, after which in the evening I commenced Cicero’s Oration for Quintius.

Morning fine. Office, letter from my father. Conversation with George. Went to the Gallery of Paintings,1 with him. Met my old 240classmate William Dwight and was much pleased to see him. He has altered very little indeed. Having promised to go out of town with Mr. Brooks, I was obliged to leave him, although the scene and the meeting had raised my spirits considerably. The day was warm and I had a pleasant ride to Medford. I had determined not to go until tomorrow, and had it not been for the urgency manifested by Mr. B., should have kept my resolution. I found Mrs. Chardon Brooks there for her health. Mrs. Everett returned to her own house and Dr. Thayer, the Minister of Lancaster in this State,2 with his wife, on a visit to spend Sunday. The day passed quietly and none has been attended with more pleasure, of late.