Morning at Meeting at Dr. Channing’s. Heard him but not with much interest. The sameness of his case worries me. He always talks prettily but not often to any useful purpose. Afternoon, Mr. Gannet with his usual fulminating style. He would have made a capable Pope of Rome in the days of power. Spent an hour with Harriet Welsh and another with George pretty agreeably. Evening at home. Tried to see Abby but found so many people I returned without attempting it. Very stupid at home. I hope not to be condemned to such another sunday evening.