Morning at the Office. Copied out the piece of yesterday evening and showed it to
George who advised me to print it, and accordingly took charge of it for the Massachusetts
Journal. This is the first article I ever wrote for a Newspaper. It will be good as
a matter of practice, if for nothing else. The remainder of the morning passed in
reading Law. My Journal will again fall now into a Record of the monotony of life.
Little can occur in common affairs to make it interesting, and as my soreness on the
subject of my marriage is gradually healing over, nothing else will occur to vary
the sameness of a series of regular occupations. This formerly was my day for going
to Medford. It will be so no longer. I thought of it many times but without much regret,
for it brought with it as many hours of gloom as it did of pleasure. Afternoon at
the Office, but instead of going in the evening, I remained at home on account of
the dull weather.