Moments of happiness will pass and if I have already passed the
most exquisite minutes of my life, it is no more than the fate of every man. I returned to Boston this morning and immediately went to George’s Office. I found him and passed the morning in conversation with him upon general politics and particular family affairs. He had been to perform my requests, hearing that I was in town. He had engaged a room for me at Mrs. Tarbell’s and had made arrangements respecting an Office.1
He had also purchased for me a certificate for three shares in the Fire and Marine Insurance Company for which he paid fifty one dollars for fifty making one hundred and fifty three dollars, and thirty seven cents for Commission. This leaves a balance which he passed to me. I then drew the Dividend upon the Stock which was purchased some time ago and deposited the whole in the Branch Bank. I am on the whole very well content with this distribution. I dined with George at Dr. Welsh’s. Nothing new there, after which I went to see Mrs. Tarbell and agreed upon taking possession there tomorrow.2
This occupied much of the afternoon, the rest was passed in giving current to that flow of conversation which usually happens between brothers after they have been apart for some time. I passed the evening at the Theatre and saw Wallack3
in the part of Macbeth. It was not an effective performance. I then returned to the Exchange where I passed the night.