Morning at the Office. I know not what it is which makes me so sleepy now but I find
it impossible to awake before a certain time in the morning. This compels me to write
my letters at the Office instead of at my room. I was otherwise very much hurried
this morning in my letter to my Mother1
which was unusually short. Went into Court and listened to some Opinions. Saw George
who was much distressed by a communication from Mr. Quincy of a kind very ill judged
and I took some pains to counteract it. Went to see Abby at Mrs. Frothingham’s which
I succeeded in on the second attempt. Dined there with Mr. and Mrs. Brooks, a Mrs.
Blanchard and Abby. After dinner, rode with Abby to Watertown to see Edward Brooks
and his wife. Took tea there. The situation is beautiful and they seem to live happily
but they are more in themselves than almost any persons I ever saw. Little communion
with others. Returned to town by nine o’clock. Pleasant evening ride.