Returned to Boston in the Carriage with Abby. The weather was very stormy. I felt
amazingly relieved in getting back to Boston as I no longer felt myself such a dead
weight. But my sympathy had been so strongly excited as to make me feel very gloomy
all day. I could not help thinking that it was only a year since I saw him at Baltimore
in full health and spirits and now he is a corpse under the effect of a disease which
may come upon us all. Received a letter from my father and occupied myself all day
in my usual avocations. Evening quietly at home reading Cicero and writing Record.