Morning at home. As it is the ettiquette for a lady not to go to public places after
she is published to be married, Abby did not attend at Meeting and we spent the day
together. I was occupied in writing her Invitation Cards for the reception of her
company. On the whole, I have seldom enjoyed myself more. She was extremely affectionate
and her playful yet perfectly simple manner was fascinating as it was sincere. The
day has little else to render it remarkable. In the afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Everett
were here and Edward B. Hall, the Clergyman of Northampton who is a Nephew of Mr.
The former persons have just returned from this place, where they have been for some
purposes, no body knows what. Mr. Frothingham truly said yesterday, that he (Mr. E.)
never did any thing without a purpose. Evening, Conversation with Abby—Character,
warmth of it. We mutually complain of the want of it in each other, which is one of
those cases where not much comes of [it?]
. Pleasant enough.