Morning at the Office. Copied out the piece of yesterday evening and showed it to George who advised me to print it, and accordingly took charge of it for the Massachusetts Journal. This is the first article I ever wrote for a Newspaper. It will be good as a matter of practice, if for nothing else. The remainder of the morning passed in reading Law. My Journal will again fall now into a Record of the monotony of life. Little can occur in common affairs to make it interesting, and as my soreness on the subject of my marriage is gradually healing over, nothing else will occur to vary the sameness of a series of regular occupations. This formerly was my day for going to Medford. It will be so no longer. I thought of it many times but without much regret, for it brought with it as many hours of gloom as it did of pleasure. Afternoon at the Office, but instead of going in the evening, I remained at home on account of the dull weather.