Awoke this morning feeling quite well, but the idea of sickness has so pervaded me that I cannot get rid of the impression that I am sick. Morning with my Mother. My father came in and entered into conversation respecting houses in Boston which seemed to imply some overture to me. But I did not take it as such for it seemed to me indirect and his plan which related to Quincy’s house very absurd, if he applied it to me. This house rents for eight hundred and fifty dollars, altogether larger than I desire one.1 My Mother did not ride today. Wrote a letter to Abby.2 I feel a little put out at her writing as she does. It makes correspondence tame not to answer letters im-288mediately. Evening with my Mother. Johnson Hellen dined here and we talked politics as usual with him.

Morning passed at home. Tolerably well, but so completely convinced that I am sick that I determined to take some more medicine. Read aloud to my Mother a portion of Irving’s Life of Columbus.1 Received two letters, one from George2 and one from Abby. The former on business, informing me that one hundred dollars more had been invested in one share of the American Bank at 3 per cent advance, for which I am to have a dividend tomorrow. Also that I might have an Office in Court Street and that he was taking measures to have me admitted. All this is good news and after my return from my ride with my Mother I answered him in full upon all these points.3 The other letter from Abby, was not less pleasant although it complained of the coldness of my first letter which very much astonished me. It put me in tolerable spirits notwithstanding. For the first time since my arrival we had company to dinner.

Mr. Duponceau and his grand-daughter from Philadelphia,4 Genl. Harrison who starts for Colombia,5 and a certain Col. Thomas,6 with Johnson Hellen formed the Company. Bernay the Cook gave us a chef d’oeuvre of science and skill in the culinary art and for my life I could not avoid indulging though I knew I should be obliged to pay for it. The evening passed as usual. I had some conversation with Johnson afterwards.

Took some medicine today again in order to prevent any recurrence 289of these bilious symptoms during my stay here. The operation of it was not severe which convinces me that there was less occasion for it than I imagined. Morning passed with my Mother who seemed much better. Nothing occurred worthy of notice. My father seems at last to be making some arrangements for removal. But as yet I find nothing definite. I feel tempted to leave this place very much were it not that my Mother would suffer so much from it. Wrote a letter to Abby which took the afternoon,1 and passed the evening quietly with my Mother.