My avocations as usual. No thing of particular interest. Feeling particularly affectionate
I wrote a letter to Abby which is the first really deserving the title of love letter.1
We had a small party to dine consisting of Genl. Macomb and Cols. Roberdeau and Thayer
of the Army, Count de Menou,2
and Mr. Frye, a small and rather pleasant dinner. In the evening, a ride, very warm.