Wrote a letter to my Mother this morning before going to town, then rode into Boston.
Morning at the Office reading Saunders. I was about going to Medford to dine when
I came across an invitation to Mr. Webster to dine with Mr. Brooks. This made me hesitate.
I had received no notice of any company being likely to be there and after much reflection
determined upon declining to go until evening. The situation of a lover is rather
an awkward one as it respects third persons at the house of the lady’s father. And
I am daily getting a stronger repugnance to figuring in this midway sort of a character.
Wrote Executive Record and read the whole of Cicero’s Oration for Archias before starting
for Medford. Reached there at sunset and after many excuses and some trouble had a