Arose early in the morning and commenced my preparations for
my removal. Made all my arrangements previous to the arrival of the Mail waiting only to see if any letter from Abby would change my decision. One arrived which instead of changing confirmed it. I therefore packed my trunk in the afternoon and had time also to take a ride with my mother, calling upon my Aunt Frye to take my leave. She was not at home. On my return my Father called upon me and asked me into his room. When he gave me a sum of money for my travelling expenses and made me also a gift of two shares in the Middlesex Canal Company.1
This was meant as kindness, and I received it as well as I could, but nothing like this can efface the effect of the conversation of last August.2
It burns like a rankling sore; it is destined to have a material influence upon my futurity, for it cut me in the most agonized spot. But as my father, I must still respect him and though he has misunderstood me most fatally, I shall not cease to perform my duties with only a less willing heart. Evening with the family.