Arose later than usual and had no opportunity to finish a letter to my Mother which I had commenced,1
until I reached Boston. This occupied me until quite late and I did nothing during the morning except visiting Mr. Stuart’s Gallery of Portraits which gratified me much for an hour.2
His likeness of my father is most remarkably fine, besides many others too numerous to mention. At one o’clock I rode to Medford, found Abby and the family much as usual. In the afternoon she went with me to see Mrs. Edward Brooks at Watertown. Found them as they usually may be seen, pretty much alone. Mr. and Mrs. Wells came in shortly after, her sister.3
She has engrossed the whole of her house for her own relations which is hardly a good plan. It makes her husband separate from all his old connections. We returned after tea in a cool evening.