The children have made me wish myself in Boston more than once. Indeed to a man of my old habits, it is the last trial. My love for Abby is great indeed to induce me to face this and the Winter’s cold together at Medford. And yet she is the only one of the family free from care and able to resist the appalling effects of the weather upon the spirits of the rest, and like a really noble girl she is determined to immure herself here in the performance of this duty. But I cannot help thinking it a very mad project to remain out here. Attended Meeting in the Afternoon and heard Mr. Upham.1
Not much, I thought. In the evening, a great deal of conversation with Abby.