Morning reading and occupied until eleven o’clock when it was time for me to go to
Medford. The day seemed fair, but a cold wind made my ride less pleasant than I had
anticipated. At home all day with Abby and in the evening. We are very much in love.
And the idea of living so long engaged becomes quite fatiguing. But I suppose it must
be. And after all it may be the remaining happiness in my lot. The dark clouds often
pass over my brow when she notices them, but I can not explain them to any one. If
my prayers will avail ought, (and why should I not believe that they will?) she at
least will be free from my causes of unhappiness.