My low spirits still continued, not materially decreased by the circumstances that
my stomach was somewhat out of order. My father also seemed much out of spirits. The
weather continued as warm as ever; I went to Meeting and heard Mr. Frothingham preach.
He came from Boston in the morning and went to West Cambridge in the afternoon. His
style is not energetic enough, it is the weaving of a mist, signifying little, and
merely obscuring the Sun. I did not go in the afternoon nor did I occupy myself usefully.
My spirits have been in but poor condition since the agitation of this question about
my marriage which is more enveloped in doubt and darkness. Evening, conversation with
Abby and afterwards with Mr. Brooks merely on common topics.