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.