I returned to Boston this morning alone, having a very pleasant ride as the weather had moderated exceedingly. On my going to George’s room I found a letter of a singular description had been received by him from my Mother.1
This created on his part some feeling and led to a general explanation of his affairs. Much was said on both sides, but I was gratified as it removed one of the bars
which had existed heretofore between us. Much can be done yet and if the heavens will only stand propitious the misery which threatens our family may yet be averted. I returned to my room and wrote a letter to my Mother concerning him.2
After dinner I was occupied in writing out the opinion upon the law case of last Monday which I delivered at the Court in the evening.3
Heard a case argued there and then took Supper with Richardson at the Boston Coffee House. We separated at ten.