Morning at the Office. Wrote a letter to my father explaining my ideas upon the power
of Parliament in reference to us as Colonies. Then read a little of Kent. The weather
was extremely warm. After dinner, occupied myself a short time in copying Executive
Record, and then went to Mrs. Frothingham’s to see Abby. Passed the Afternoon with
her and in the Evening went with her to Mrs. Gorham’s to see Julia. Anne Carter was
there also. Returned at ten o’clock. My feelings for a few days back have been singular
and unaccountable. To me Life has seemed the most indifferent thing in the world.
I do not care about any thing, feel little or no interest in any thing, not even in
Abby. Melancholy seems more settled and the heat has made it languid. Reflection is
all of an unprofitable kind for I feel at present no interest for the future, no remembrance
of the past, no notice of the present. How long it will continue, I cannot tell but
hope soon that my mind will receive some stimulus which may prevent it’s stagnating
in this perplexing way. It makes my attentions to Abby fatiguing though I like her
better than any thing else.