Thanksgiving day. Arose quite late and occupied myself for some time in reading. At eleven o’clock I started to go to Medford which place I reached in an hour, before the family had returned from Meeting. Mr. and Mrs. Frothingham and Mr. and Mrs. Edward Brooks came out and dined here. I am always indisposed to these visits and the more I see of them the less I like them. Coming out as I do to see only Abby, I take no interest beyond her and feel as if I was not in my element when circumstances force me into the society of others. Mrs. Frothingham I like however independently of them or Abby. My patience was very much tried by some remarks which Mr. Frothingham made upon Dr. Channing’s life of Napoleon and I was finally compelled to express my opinion and reasons for it. A circumstance for which I was quite sorry as every thing of this sort here looks like display. At home it would be merely an every day business and looked upon as such. It is in this that I feel most the want of mine, for now I am obliged to contain my own thoughts upon literary subjects instead of deriving light and aid from what I certainly now discover was a highly cultivated literary domestic taste. I passed the evening in company with Abby.