Hand still troublesome. Morning at the Office, at Mrs. Frothingham’s and in Court.
Abby has come to town for the remainder of the week. In Court all the afternoon listening
to the Charge of the Judge to the Jury upon the trial of a man for his life, for cruelty
and hard treatment of a sailor, he being a master of a vessel, and for ordering him
to go up the rigging when he was not able to support himself whereby he fell into
the Sea. It was an aggravated case of rough treatment but not sufficient, as I thought,
to subject him to a capital punishment. I left the Court before the Judge had closed
being obliged to go to Long Wharf to look after some things which belonged to me.
My books which have at last arrived. In the evening I went with Abby to a party at
Mrs. Coolidge’s. It is the first large one to which I have been. My acquaintance as
yet is very limited. I knew only Miss Virginia Foster and Abby Quincy. Miss Marshall
was there. Pretty but not so handsome as she is pronounced. Mrs. Eliot and Mrs. Rogers1
were there also. Returned at eleven o’clock.