Morning at Mrs. Frothingham’s to see Abby. I felt very stupid in consequence of the
dissipation of the night before, and did not get over it during the whole of the day.
Afternoon at the Office. In the evening I went with Abby and George to Mrs. Gardner’s
party. She is a daughter of Mr. Peabody of Salem and this ball was given to Mrs. Peabody,
her brother’s lately married wife.1
It was tolerably pleasant and again twelve o’clock before I arrived safely at home.