Morning at the Office. I know not what it is which makes me so sleepy now but I find it impossible to awake before a certain time in the morning. This compels me to write my letters at the Office instead of at my room. I was otherwise very much hurried this morning in my letter to my Mother1
which was unusually short. Went into Court and listened to some Opinions. Saw George who was much distressed by a communication from Mr. Quincy of a kind very ill judged and I took some pains to counteract it. Went to see Abby at Mrs. Frothingham’s which I succeeded in on the second attempt. Dined there with Mr. and Mrs. Brooks, a Mrs. Blanchard and Abby. After dinner, rode with Abby to Watertown to see Edward Brooks and his wife. Took tea there. The situation is beautiful and they seem to live happily but they are more in themselves than almost any persons I ever saw. Little communion with others. Returned to town by nine o’clock. Pleasant evening ride.