Morning at the Office. Day clear but cool with an East wind. Wrote a letter to my Mother which I propose to be the last which I shall send. Their silence and perfect indifference to arrangements at Washington puzzles me extremely. Went to see Abby but felt exceedingly low spirited, as my doubts about myself again arise. I am coming to the point so that my mind ought to be braced up to it. Afternoon. Commenced reading Clarendon
1 and was much struck with the style of the Preface. Rode to Medford with Abby this evening. But I felt very singularly all the evening.