Morning at the Office. Read Blackstone and felt better than I did yesterday. At twelve I went to meet Abby at Mrs. Frothingham’s and passed an hour with her very happily. She does not seem very well but I was delighted to see her at any rate and she promised to go home on Monday. It was announced to me at home to day that Miss Tufts1 had the Scarlet Fever and that if I remained I might run the hazard of catching it, which was unwelcome news. In the afternoon wrote to my Mother and did little else. Evening, attended the last meeting of the Debating Society and it was an amusing though not a very dignified one. I feel on the whole satisfied with the success I have had here. It 363is well for a Commencement, and this evening, I was flattered by the decided attention that was paid to me.

Morning pleasant. As Abby was decided to remain in town today, I thought I could not do better than go with George to Quincy. After keeping me waiting one hour, we started and reached there in time for dinner. Found the family quiet and apparently not yet started to move at all. They were evidently in distress about it. Which is foolish, and provokes me. I believe I am not selfish but I do feel as if I do not want to be imposed upon. After dinner, I attended divine service in the New Church and heard Mr. Whitney mumble through as usual. He is a tame man. Returned home after tea and took up my quarters at the Marlborough Hotel.

My room was not remarkably good but I rested pretty well and went to the Office early. Found there a very agreeable letter from my father with a remittance to the usual amount.1 He seems to be in high spirits and writes with great animation. This put me in good spirits all day. I cannot say that I did much however excepting to look over the eighth Oration of Cicero against Antony which my father asked me to read. In the afternoon I wrote an answer to him which was long and upon many subjects. Evening, to see Miss Harriet Welsh where I remained until ten.

Morning at the Office. But not occupied as I ought to be. Went into the Common Pleas for an hour to hear the Docket called over but found nothing new. Tried to read Blackstone with attention but could not succeed. I wanted to go to Medford, being uncomfortable at the Marlborough. Mr. Brooks asked me to go with him and I went. Passed the afternoon and evening talking with Abby. My marriage seems now to be in serious agitation, and at the same time some solemn reflection occurs to me. I am anxious to do right. Perhaps I am doing wrong. Circumstances will soon decide. I felt a little depressed this evening as latterly I am again becoming frightened.