Morning as usual. Letters arrived from Madame announcing her arrival safe and sound
in Boston. Upon which I thought it proper to send congratulations. My father called
me into his room to have some conversation respecting my proposed way of life in Boston.
I had thought of establishing with George and Miss Louisa Smith. Madame’s letter encouraged
the plan and father seemed to approve it.1
He expressed an opinion infinitely too good of me, and such as will throw upon me
a great mass of responsibility. In the evening, a ride.