Morning cloudy but it did not rain. After consideration Mr. Brooks concluded to go down to Nahant with his daughters, and as I was somewhat singularly left out of the party, nolens volens, I was reduced to the alternative of making my own day in some way or other. Mr. Frothingham accompanied me to town.

My inclination was to go to Quincy, and Mr. Degrand, coming in on a little application which required consulting with my father, confirmed it. We had official notice today of the breaking out of the Cholera in Boston. Not much alarm though the general topic of conversation. Kirke came in about the Carryal1 which my father inclined to buy. He took me to see it and in that way consumed an hour. Reached Quincy to dinner.

Found my father and mother quite solitary and glad to see me so that I was paid for my decision. Mr. Brooks perhaps does not mean to hurt my feelings, yet he is always drawing lines between my Wife and myself which make my residence at Medford painful to me, and my recurrence to the kindness of my own Parents doubly delightful. Perhaps I have felt this instance a little too much, but it has been the strongest. I enjoyed myself far more than I should have done at Nahant. Quiet evening. Not having a copy of the Adventurer here I was compelled to omit my numbers.

Rain in the morning. I was in doubt as to what to do. Remained at Quincy until nearly ten o’clock when as it seemed to hold up I thought it best to start. My time was in this manner shortened in Boston very much. As there was no additional case of Cholera reported, the public seemed to be a little more quiet. Mr. Degrand called in and I purchased five shares of the Columbian Insurance Co. Stock, and the transfer was effected today. Two of these are on account of my father.1

Horatio Brooks accompanied me to Medford. I found the ladies had concluded not to go to Nahant yesterday, after I left there. So that I might have been saved my visit to Quincy. Mr. Brooks and Horatio went. There may have been other reasons for this change of resolution. I should regret it if I had prevented my wife from enjoying herself.

Quiet afternoon and evening. The weather cold. I read part of Mr. 348Canning’s life, Vol. 3d, in which he treats of the United States and the Colonial question. Also made up my numbers of the Adventurer.