Morning dull and gloomy. Clouds very heavy. After breakfast, I rode to Medford, the weather being rather cool. Went to Meeting with the family and heard Mr. Stetson preach a Sermon of very considerable violence in a political way. He was very warm indeed and rather unnecessarily severe. As usual there was a family dinner. Mr. and Mrs. Edward Brooks, Mr. and Mrs. Frothingham, Gorham and Horatio, besides the members of the family and a multitude of children. All this was a bore to me and not half so agreeable as a plain, common Sunday would have been when I might have had Abby all to myself, but when Mr. Brooks gave me the invitation I was aware that to have declined it would have been matter of offence. Mrs. B. entered a little into conversation with me upon my course, but we were interrupted very much to my regret. From what I could collect, something seems to have gone wrong in her husband’s mind, about the money affairs. I am sorry and sore perplexed about the matter and sadly wish some assistance instead of more confusion in my course. Evening passed pleasantly with Abby.