Morning very rainy, but did not deter my father from going to Boston, but we went in Mr. B.’s Carriage instead of the Chaise. I stopped at the Office and sat there all the morning. Finding there was no probability of fair weather, I purchased an Umbrella and sallied 156forth; notwithstanding the precaution, I was wet through. In the afternoon I went to see the Fosters, expecting to find my Father there, but he had gone to Quincy. At any rate a very troublesome visit was got over for the family are exceeding disagreeable. Evening quietly at home.