Morning at the Exchange to see my father. Saw Richardson afterwards at my room with
whom I had a pleasant conversation of an hour. Received a letter from my Mother, of
admonition concerning a certain difficulty supposed to have arisen between Abby and
I and closing with a paragraph concerning George of a melancholy description.1
This arrived just as I was starting to go to Medford with my Father. After we arrived
Abby read the letter at my request as I thought it might be a slight hint to her,
and she took it very well.
The persons who dined with us were Mr. Everett, Mr. Gorham, Chardon and Gorham Brooks
and Mr. Stetson, the parson of the parish to which Mr. B. belongs.2
We remained here tonight according to Invitation.