Wrote a letter to my Mother this morning.1 At the Office. Black-225stone. George received letters from both my Parents expecting him at Washington.2 He will probably go this week ensuing. My mother is also anxious to have me go, but I have a great indifference to it, and independently of that I don’t think I can leave Abby. Took a warm bath this morning for the first time this winter. After dinner, read as usual, took a walk with E. H. Derby3 and passed the evening in my usual avocations having thus finished decidedly the most industrious week of my residence in Boston.