I barely accomplished my Record without much time to give to Geography this morning. Instead of law, I took a sitting at Mr. King’s at least for two hours. The remainder of the day I employed myself
pretty closely. No letter again from Abby which had a serious effect upon my spirits. We had a small party to dine, it being George’s birthday: Genl. and Mrs. Wool, Mrs. and Miss Pleasonton, Mr. and Mrs. Smith, Mr. and Mrs. Frye, Dr. Huntt, Mr. Wyer and Miss Roberdeau: the latter has come to pass a few days here. George and Abby were remembered in the flowing cups. But in all the gaiety I could not get over the feeling of vacancy which the scene produced. My feelings were not there. The evening seemed to pass very pleasantly however.