I slept better than usual in a birth, during the night, and found myself in the morning
off Newport. Our passage was a tolerable one. We arrived at a quarter past ten o’clock
and started directly for Boston in the Mail Stage. Our trip was quite rapid and pleasant.
Indeed I never remember being better suited. Perhaps my object to be gained was agreeable
for my arrival in Boston at three in exactly twenty four hours unexpectedly allowed
me time enough to go to Medford this afternoon. I did and found Abby had only arrived
in the morning. Instead of finding her sick, she was looking extremely well, and I
have never had purer moments of unmingled pleasure than the few hours which passed
this evening. Fleet as the wind happiness passes, gloom remains like a calm. My hours
may be few, my futurity may be dismal, but it cannot take away from me the memory,
while I live, of the day before I left and the evening I again saw my dearest Abby.