My sleep at times is lethargic and I find it impossible to rise quite so early as I had hoped. Besides I am entirely disarranged by the irruption of so many into my room. Rode into Boston, met Abby who was coming out to Quincy with Mrs. Dexter. Too late to turn back. Morning at the Office reading Saunders. Dined with Mr. Webster. Company, Mrs. Perkins of N.Y., Mr. and Mrs. Johnston of La., Mr. and Mrs. Everett, Mr. and Mrs. Hale, Mr. and Miss Shepherd, Mr. N. Appleton,1
Mr. J. C. Gray,2
Mr. Frothingham, Abby and myself. The dinner was a pleasant one and in better taste than any I have seen in Boston. Mr. W.’s house is really beautiful and well repays him for the expense laid upon it. Our time passed very agreeably, and at seven o’clock I took Abby to ride to Medford. The evening was pleasant and I felt uncommonly happy notwithstanding the presence of some floating clouds in my mind which portend another darkened atmosphere. I hope not.