Morning passed at home, rain again and bad weather. Occupied myself in reading Voltaire’s
Louis 14th. George called in for a few moments only. Afternoon, Genl. Boyd called
and spent a few minutes, with a glass of Curacoa for me. Began to feel dull at being
alone and decided upon risking myself out so I went to Mrs. Frothingham’s and spent
the evening pleasantly in conversation. Returned in a heavy rain but well defended.