I took a bath this morning for cleanliness and walked about the City. Sidney and Henry Brooks1
called to see me, Abby’s brothers. My mother does not appear either in good health or spirits. My own feelings inclined to great melancholy on seeing what I think to be the future prospects of our family. My father seemed excessively depressed and in all appearance from the same cause. After dinner we went down to the Steamboat and there we took leave of my Mother and Johnson Hellen. I felt terribly melancholy. But we were soon on our way in the Washington,2
and I drove those thoughts from my
mind. My classmate Winthrop on board. The night was cold and I slept uncomfortably according to custom in a boat.