Morning at home as usual. Little or nothing of interest occurring. Politics extremely
uninteresting although the crisis so nearly approaches. My mother is gradually gathering
strength and rides out every day. The only danger is from attempting too much. Received
a letter from Richardson1
to my great surprise who tells me that he is now Attorney at Law at Newton, Mass.
So things go, but by coming at this time, I lose my admission, this term of the Common
Pleas. I answered his letter on my return from my ride with my Mother.2
It occupied me until dinner. My father has given me some copying by way of business.
Evening with my Mother.