Morning at the Office. I attempted to read a little Law but could not succeed very
well. The Painter came to do his part to my new room, which in this way goes on progressing.
Finding I could not do much with Chitty on Contracts, I sat down and wrote a letter
to my brother John.1
Perhaps the Contents were not very prudent, but I did it with the best intentions.
I do most earnestly hope they will soon come, at least some portion of the family,
but I confess I see but little prospect of it. I went to Medford today with Mr. Brooks
to divert the time. Found them alone and Mrs. B. a little dull about herself. There
is another prospect which I do not much like to examine.2
But I never saw her when I felt so strongly for her. Evening with Abby.