Morning at home. Copied a small portion of the Vaughan Papers on the North Eastern Boundary.1 Little or nothing remarkable occurred. Went to ride with my Mother and passed the afternoon in 287writing a letter to Abby. It is now a long time since I have heard from her and what with this, and with my situation here, I felt very much depressed. I have been troubled with a head ache for some days. In the evening, Mrs. Frye and Mrs. Smith amused the family much but I was not in the feeling of high spirits.

I am satisfied that this very still method of life will never do for me. A year has produced such a change. This day produced nothing remarkable. A long expected letter from Abby which did not gratify me as much as I expected for it was rather in a complaining tone. My head ache came on very badly after my return from a ride, and grew worse until evening when I was compelled to retire, being exceedingly sick at my stomach. I therefore went to bed fearful of a lung attack and excessively depressed in mind.

Arose feeling tolerably well but had scarcely got through with breakfast when my nausea returned with some violence. And some medicine I took made me feel very poorly. Passed the larger part of the day with my Mother who did not seem so well. Rode out with her. Weather pleasant. Afternoon occupied in copying some of the Vaughan papers and evening with the family.

Awoke this morning feeling quite well, but the idea of sickness has so pervaded me that I cannot get rid of the impression that I am sick. Morning with my Mother. My father came in and entered into conversation respecting houses in Boston which seemed to imply some overture to me. But I did not take it as such for it seemed to me indirect and his plan which related to Quincy’s house very absurd, if he applied it to me. This house rents for eight hundred and fifty dollars, altogether larger than I desire one.1 My Mother did not ride today. Wrote a letter to Abby.2 I feel a little put out at her writing as she does. It makes correspondence tame not to answer letters im-288mediately. Evening with my Mother. Johnson Hellen dined here and we talked politics as usual with him.